She'll never forget, maybe, but she'll go on livin' for the sake of the kid." "You know a hell of a lot about women, don't you ?" said Haines.
"I know enough, son," nodded Buck.
He had, in fact, reduced women to a few distinct categories, and he only waited to place a girl in her particular class before he felt quite intimate acquaintance with her entire mind and soul.
"It'll kill her," pronounced Lee Haines.

"Why, she's like a flower, Buck, and sorrow will cut her off at the root.

Think of a girl like that thrown away in these damned deserts! It makes me sick--sick! She ought to have nothing but velvet to touch--nothing but a millionaire for a husband, and never a worry in her life." He grew excited.

"But here's the flower thrown away and the heel crushing it without mercy." Buck Daniels regarded him with pity.
"I feel kind of sorry for you, Lee, when I hear you talk about girls.

No wonder they make a fool of you.