You think only of yourself when you cry 'I am hurt'! Don't you ever think of any one else ?" His hand grasped the big silver door-knob.
"I want you to understand, if you can, why I am doing this thing you revile me for." "I understand," he said curtly.
She hurried her words, fearful that he might rush from the room before she could utter the belated explanation.
"I don't want to be poor.

I don't want to go through life as my mother has gone, always fighting for the things she most desired, always being behind the game she was forced to play.

You can't understand,--you are too big and fine,--you cannot understand the little things, Braden.

I want love and happiness, but I want the other, too.

Don't you see that with all this money at my command I can be independent, I can be safe for all time, I can give more than myself in return for the love that I must have?
Don't you understand why--" She was quite close to him when he interrupted the impassioned appeal.