"Otherwise," she concluded, "I shall content myself with doing a mischief to your sex where I can.

I give you the choice, Duane--I give you the disposal of myself.

Am I to love--you ?--or be loved by God knows whom--and make him suffer for it"-- she set her little even teeth--"and pay back to men what man has done to me ?" "Nonsense," he said good-humouredly; "isn't there anything except playing at love that counts in the world ?" "Nothing counts without it.

I've learned that much." "Some people have done pretty well without it." "You haven't.

You might have been a really good painter if you cared for a woman who cared for you.