Now, forgive my troubling you with personal details, but you've got to understand.

I mean Miss Wendermott to be my wife." Francis sat up in his chair genuinely surprised.

Something like a scowl was on his dark, sallow face.
"Your wife!" he exclaimed, "aren't you joking, Trent ?" "I am not," Trent answered sharply.

"From the moment I saw her that has been my fixed intention.

Every one thinks of me as simply a speculator with the money fever in my veins.