Let those of his kind give him what he wants, while you meet those who must have more.

I'm one of them, Bernal.

At this moment I honestly don't know whether I'm a bad woman or a good one.

And I'm frightened--I'm so defenseless! Some little soulless circumstance may make me decisively good or bad--and I don't want to be bad! But give me what I want--I must have that, regardless of what it makes me." He was silent for a time, then at last spoke: "I used to think you were a rebel, Nance.

Your eyes betrayed it, and the corners of your mouth went up the least little bit, as if they'd go further up before they went down--as if you'd laugh away many solemn respectabilities.