And so goes the round of your life.

What good on earth are you, anyhow?
You're just a--a gratification to the senses of your husband.
And at that you don't see much of him." "Carley, how you rave!" exclaimed her friend.

"What has gotten into you lately?
Why, everybody tells me you're--you're queer! The way you insulted Morrison--how unlike you, Carley!" "I'm glad I found the nerve to do it.

What do you think, Eleanor ?" "Oh, I despise him.

But you can't say the things you feel." "You'd be bigger and truer if you did.