"You don't love Mr.Mullen, and you know it," he added.

"If you love any man on earth to-day, you love me." At his first change from tenderness to accusation, her face hardened and her voice returned to her control.
"What right have you to judge me, Abel Revercomb ?" she asked angrily.
"I've had one sermon preached at me to-day, and I'll not listen to another." "You know I'm not preaching at you, Molly, but I'm a man of flesh and blood, not of straw.

How can I have patience ?" "I never asked you to have patience, did I ?" "No, and I don't believe you want it.

If I'd catch hold of you and shake you, you'd probably like me better." "It's just as well that you don't try it to see how I'll take it." "Oh, I shan't try it.

I'll go on still believing in you against yourself, like the born fool I am." "You may believe in me or not just as you please--but it isn't my fault if you won't go off and marry Judy Hatch, as I have begged you to.
She's everything on earth that Mr.Mullen preached about to-day in his sermon." "Hang Judy Hatch! You are bent on starting a quarrel with me, that is the trouble.