You mustn't hope--remember, you _mustn't_ hope, Mary, whatever you do." "No, I mustn't hope.

I told him I wouldn't go." "Some folks is grand little jokers.

Women can't help stringing a man along, can they?
Of course you'll go." She cast her arms about Mary Gage, and held her tight.

"You poor kid!" said she.

"You get your eyes first, and let's figure out the rest after that.