Such is the sweet logic of these days of modern progress, that independence, friendship, faith, all must yield if need be; even though, and after all, man but demands that himself and the woman whom he has sought out from all the world may one day be savage and sweet, ancient and primitive, even as have been all others who have loved indeed, in city or in forest, from the beginning of the world.
"As Mr.Ellsworth has told me," went on Porter Barkley, "you are an able man, Mr.Anderson,--far too able to be buried down here in a mountain mining town." "Thank you," said Dan Anderson, sweetly; "that's very nice of you." "Now, I don't know what induced you to hide yourself out here--" went on Barkley, affably.
"No," replied Dan Anderson, "you don't.

As for myself personally, it's no one's damned business.

I may say in a general way, however, that the prevailing high prices of sealskins and breakfast food in the Eastern States have had a great deal to do with our Western civilization.

The edge of the West is mostly inhabited by fools and philosophers, all mostly broke." "I think I follow you," assented Barkley; "but I'd rather classify you as a philosopher." "Perhaps.

At least I am not fool enough to talk about my own affairs.
You say you are here to talk business.