Haven't you conquered it?
I'm a poor hand at preaching, but, by Jove! If I thought like you, I'd never think of the girl again." "I mean to marry her," said Stafford quietly.

"I have chosen." Morewood was in very truth shocked.

But Stafford's morals, after all, were not his care.
"Perhaps she won't have you," he suggested at last, as though it were a happy solution.
Stafford laughed outright.
"Then I could go back to my priesthood, I suppose ?" "Well--after a time." "As a burglar who is caught before his robbery goes back to his trade.
As if it made the smallest difference--as if the result mattered!" "I suppose you are right there." "Of course.

But she will have me." "Do you think so ?" "I don't doubt it.

If I doubted it, I should die." "I doubt it." "Pardon me; I dare say you do." "You don't want to talk about that ?" "It isn't worth while.