I thought of you as my faithful friend.

I'm always making you out more than human...

only, let me say--I meant that--about riding away.

I'm wretched, sick of this--this--Oh, something bitter and black grows on my heart!" "Jane, the hell--of it," he replied, with deep intake of breath, "is you can't ride away.

Mebbe realizin' it accounts for my grabbin' you--that way, as much as the crazy boy's rapture your words gave me.