The face of the man who glared at her was distorted with unchained passions.

In the background, Maraton stood with tired but expressionless countenance, and the air of one who listens to a quarrel between children, a quarrel in which he has no concern.
"It is not fair," Julia continued, "to discuss a purely personal matter here.

You can walk home with me if you care to, Richard Graveling, but all that I have to say to you, I prefer to say here.

I never promised to marry you.

You have always chosen to take it for granted, and I have let you speak of it because I was indifferent, because I have never chosen to think of such matters, because my thoughts have been wholly, wholly dedicated to the greatest cause in the world.