The color deepened in her olive cheeks, but she bent upon him once more her patient, wondering, baffling smile.
"Please never propose such a thing again, Mr.Bassett.There is absolutely nothing of that kind that you can do for me." "You want to make it hard for me; but I hope you will think better of that.

It is right that I should make the only reparation that is possible now." This rang so false and was so palpably insincere that he was relieved when she ignored it.
"You said a moment ago that your enemies, waiting out there, thought they had you beaten.

I want you to tell me just how you propose to meet Mr.Thatcher's threat." "What am I going to do ?" he broke out angrily.

"I'm going into that caucus and beat Thatcher's game; I'm going to tell his story first! But don't misunderstand me; I'm going to protect you.

I know men, and those men will respect me for coming out with it.