I have seen so little of the world that I must be sadly lacking in those arts which please men, and I long to possess the beauty of the angels, and the fascinations of Satan that I may hold John, hold him, hold him, hold him.

That I may hold him so sure and fast that it will be impossible for him to break from me.

At times, I almost wish he were blind; then he could see no other woman.

Ah, am I not a wicked, selfish girl?
But I will not allow myself to become jealous.

He is all mine, isn't he, Malcolm ?" She spoke with nervous energy, and tears were ready to spring from her eyes.
"He is all yours, Dorothy," I answered, "all yours, as surely as that death will some day come to all of us.