Why do you stare at that cursed canal, blindly dragging its load of filth from place to place until it pitches it into the sea--just as a crowded street pitches its load into the cemetery?
Stare at ME, and give me a kiss." She gave him several, and said coaxingly, with her arm still upon his shoulder: "You only talk that way to frighten me, Sidney; I know you do." "You are the bright sun of my senses," he said, embracing her.

"I feel my heart and brain wither in your smile, and I fling them to you for your prey with exultation.

How happy I am to have a wife who does not despise me for doing so--who rather loves me the more!" "Don't be silly," said Henrietta, smiling vacantly.

Then, stung by a half intuition of his meaning, she repulsed him and said angrily, "YOU despise ME." "Not more than I despise myself.

Indeed, not so much; for many emotions that seem base from within seem lovable from without." "You intend to leave me again.