I'd go down on my knees to him to come back!" Rose flung back her head and looked at Charlotte with a curious defiance; her face grew suddenly intense, and seemed to open out into bloom and color like a flower.

The pupils of her blue eyes dilated until they looked black; her thin lips looked full and red; her cheeks were flaming; her slender chest heaved.

"I would," said she; "I don't care, I would." Charlotte looked at her, and a quivering flush like a reflection was left on her fair, steady face.
"I would," said Rose again.
"It wouldn't do any good." "It would if he cared anything about you." "It would if he could give up to the care.

Barney Thayer has got a terrible will that won't always let him do what he wants to himself." "I don't believe he's enough of a fool to put his own eyes out." "You don't know him." "I'd try, anyway." "It wouldn't do any good." "I don't believe you care anything about him, Charlotte Barnard!" Rose cried out.

"If you did, you couldn't give him up so easy for such a silly thing.