"You know I do." "I need some one like you to like me," he continued, in the same vein.
"I need some one like you to talk to.

I didn't think so before--but now I do.

You are beautiful--wonderful." "We mustn't," she said.

"I mustn't.

I don't know what I'm doing." She looked at a young man strolling toward her, and asked: "I have to explain to him.