Soon--" "Ah, no! Don't say it," he whispered, taking her hand.

"I shall never forget.

If the fight seems good to me it is because you are the prize, and after all, you know, to fight for one's womenkind is amongst the primeval instincts." Lady Carey, who had been pacing the room restlessly, touching an ornament here, looking at a picture there, came back to them and stood before Mr.Sabin.She had caught his last words.
"Primeval instincts!" she exclaimed mockingly.

"What do you know about them, you of all men, a bundle of nerves and brains, with a motor for a heart, and an automatic brake upon your passions?
Upon my word, I believe that I have solved the mystery of your perennial youth.

You have found a way of substituting machinery for the human organ, and you are wound up to go for ever." "You have found me out," he admitted.