We're only going to live once.

If we can't be happy without doing the things we ought not to do--then we'll simply _have to be criminals_.

But I want my share of the joy of living--I want my happiness! I want _you_! I lost you once, and almost forever, by hoping it could be the other way--but it's too late!" "Frank!" he pleaded.
"I want you to see where we are," she said, with slow and terrible solemnity.

"If I am to be saved from it, now, or ever again, _you_ must do it--_you--you_!" She drew herself together, with a little shiver.
"Come," she said, "we've got our work to do!" He looked at her white face for one moment, in silence, bewildered, and then he snapped shut the button.
"We had better look through the safe at once," she went on apathetically.

Something in her tone, if not her words themselves, as she had spoken, sent a wave of what was more than startled misery through her husband.