But you, like all women, make love and its expression the sole object of life.

Carley, I have been concerned with keeping my body from the grave and my soul from hell." "But--dear--you're well now ?" she returned, with trembling lips.
"Yes, I've almost pulled out." "Then what is wrong ?" "Wrong ?--With me or you," he queried, with keen, enigmatical glance upon her.
"What is wrong between us?
There is something." "Carley, a man who has been on the verge--as I have been--seldom or never comes back to happiness.

But perhaps--" "You frighten me," cried Carley, and, rising, she sat upon the arm of his chair and encircled his neck with her arms.

"How can I help if I do not understand?
Am I so miserably little ?...

Glenn, must I tell you?
No woman can live without love.