Every single crime that seems to be bringing us together is only keeping us apart.

It's making you hate yourself, and because of that, hate me as well!" "I couldn't do _that_!" she protested, catching at his hands.
"But I can see it with my own eyes, whether you want to or not.

It can't be helped.

It's beginning to frighten me, this very willingness of yours to do the things we oughtn't to.

Why, I'd be happier, even, if you did them under protest!" "But what is the difference, if I still _do_ them ?" "It would show me that you weren't as bad as I am--that you hadn't altogether given up." "I couldn't altogether give up, and live!" she cried, with sudden passion.
"But you told me as much, that night in Monte Carlo ?" "I didn't _mean_ it.