So I took out my spite on poor Miss Sampson.

It was a damn unmanly thing for me to do." "Oh, it's not so bad as all that.

But you might have been less abrupt.
Russ, you seem to take an--an awful tragic view of your--your own case." "Tragic?
Hah!" I cried like the villain in the play.

"What other way could I look at it?
I tell you I love you so I can't sleep or do anything." "That's not tragic.

When you've no chance, _then_ that's tragic." Sally, as swiftly as she had blushed, could change into that deadly sweet mood.