"You wouldn't have asked me that three months ago, and you wouldn't have cared." "It's different now.

I've got a right to know." "You'll never know anything because you have the 'right' to," she returned impatiently.

"I hate the word--how silly you are, Abel." "If you'd call me mad you'd come nearer to it, I reckon.

It's the way of the Hawtreys--we've always gone neck and crop over the fences without giving a thought to the damage we've done by the way.

My mother went like that at religion--she's gone over so hard to religion that she hasn't left a piece of her for common humanity.