Lord, no! This was purely a business deal.

The truth is, I chanced to hear she had a lover already, and he was the fellow I was really after." "A lover ?" she stepped toward him, her eyes blazing, her cheeks aflame.
"I?
How dare you?
What can you mean by so false an insinuation ?" "Oh, don't flare up so, Lizzie," and the complacent gambler looked at her with eyes not entirely devoid of admiration.

"It really makes you prettier than ever, but that sort of thing cuts no ice with me.
However, what I have just said stands: the story flying around here is that you have captured old Winston's boy, and a damned good catch it is, too." She went instantly white as a sheet, her body trembling like an aspen, her quivering lips faltering forth words she could not wholly restrain.
"The story, you say--the story! Do--do you believe that of me ?" "Oh, that does n't make any difference," the brute in him frankly enjoying her evident pain.

"Lord, what do you care about my belief?
That was all passed and over with long ago.

All I know is, the fellow is gone on you, all right.