Presently you'll be livin' down here in a hovel, en' presently Jane Withersteen will be a memory.

I only wanted to have a chance to show you how a man--any man--can be better 'n he was.

If we left Utah I could prove--I reckon I could prove this thing you call love.

It's strange, an' hell an' heaven at once, Jane Withersteen.

'Pears to me that you've thrown away your big heart on love--love of religion an' duty an' churchmen, an' riders an' poor families an' poor children! Yet you can't see what love is--how it changes a person!...