So that narrowed them down to two.
But I couldn't decide between two any easier than between two hundred.
I knew perfectly well that whichever one I chose I'd regret all my life that I hadn't married the other." "Didn't you--love--either of them ?" asked Anne, a little hesitatingly.
It was not easy for her to speak to a stranger of the great mystery and transformation of life.
"Goodness, no.

_I_ couldn't love anybody.

It isn't in me.

Besides I wouldn't want to.

Being in love makes you a perfect slave, _I_ think.
And it would give a man such power to hurt you.