Yes, it's sure a terrible mix.

I don't care so much about myself." "Nor me," Sally retorted.
"You! Oh, you're only a shallow spoiled child! You'd cease to love anything the moment you won it.

And I--well, I'm no good, you say.

But their love! My God, what a tragedy! You've no idea, Sally.

They've hardly spoken to each other, yet are ready to be overwhelmed." Sally sat so still and silent that I thought I had angered or offended her.