He was gazing at me with a new interest.

"If the woman had accepted him, he would not have been here." "No, he would not," said I.
"In either case, yours or mine." "In either case.

Go on with your story; there's nothing more to add to mine." Some time passed, and nothing but the breathing of the pipes was heard.
Now and then I would poke away at the ashes in my pipe bowl, and Dan would do the same.
"Have you a picture of her ?" I asked, reaching for some fresh tobacco.
"No; I am afraid to keep one." To me this was a new phase in the matter of grand passions.
"A likeness which never changes its expression means nothing to me," he explained.

"Her face in all its moods is graven in my mind; I have but to shut my eyes, and she stands before me in all her loveliness.

Do you know why I wanted this vacation?
Rest ?" His shoulders went up and his lips closed tighter.