I am weary of solitude, I am weary of everything except Lucille.

How then can I listen to such advice?
For me it must be Lucille, or that little journey into the mists, from which one does not return." Felix was silent.

The pathos of this thing touched him.
"I will not dispute the right of those who have taken her from me," Mr.
Sabin continued, "but I want her back.

She is necessary to me.

My purse, my life, my brains are there to be thrown into the scales.