"You'd marry no one just for his money." "That depends whether or not he caught me at a moment when I was feeling sick of everything and reckless.

Look at my hands, all calloused from work.

If I have to work, I shall do it for myself; not marry to work." Bryant lifted her hands and regarded them.
"They please me immensely as they are; they're lovely hands," he asserted.
"Then your vision is poor." "It's clear enough when I look at you, Ruth.

And when you talk as you have, I become impatient because I know you don't mean it.

But nonetheless, you deserve the best that any man can give, and you ought to have all the comforts and pretty things any woman has, for you're too sweet and good for a bare, commonplace life." He pressed gently the fingers he yet retained.