Well, Geraldine, whatever you saw won't harm anybody.

So come to your own conclusions....

But I wish you were out of all this--with your fine insight and your clear intelligence, and your sweetness--oh, the chances for happiness you and I might have had!" "A slim chance with you!" she said.
"Every chance; perhaps the only chance we'll ever have.

And we've missed it." "We've missed nothing"-- a sudden and curious tremor set her heart and pulses beating heavily--"I tell you, Duane, it doesn't matter whom people of our sort marry because we'll always sicken of our bargain.
What chance for happiness would I run with such a man as you?
Or you with a girl like me ?" She lay back among the cushions, with a tired little laugh.

"We are like the others of our rotten sort, only less aged, less experienced.