I knew what it was back there--every man suspicious, every man scared, every man afraid of his own shadow--not a clean, true note in all the world; and incidentally a woman behind every tree, in every corner, whichever way you turned.

Life in the States was being a _peon_ with a halter around your neck.

But it was never that way here.

There never was any crime in Heart's Desire.

It's no crime to shoot a man when he's tired of living and wants you to kill him.