But what could I do?
The character Wright gave me was scarcely worse than what I had chosen to represent.

I had to acknowledge the justice of his claim, but nevertheless I hated him.
"Sally, I ask you to trust me in spite of my reputation." "You ask me a great deal," she replied.
"Yes, it's too much.

Let it be then only this--you'll wait.

And while you wait, promise not to flirt with Wright and Waters." "Russ, I'll not let George or any of them so much as dare touch me," she declared in girlish earnestness, her voice rising.

"I'll promise if you'll promise me not to go into those saloons any more." One word would have brought her into my arms for good and all.