If that's true it's pretty small of you to vent your spleen on us." Carley felt the gathering of a mighty resistless force, But Geralda Conners was nothing to her except the target for a thunderbolt.
"I have no spleen," she replied, with a dignity of passion.

"I have only pity.

I was as blind as you.

If heartbreak tore the scales from my eyes, perhaps that is well for me.

For I see something terribly wrong in myself, in you, in all of us, in the life of today." "You keep your pity to yourself.