I'd have done my bit of good, and have stopped there, content.

With you beside me"-- he looked away from her to where the silent city peeped through its veil of night--"I might have left the world better than I found it." The blood had mounted to her face.

She drew back into the shadow, beyond the tiny sphere of light made by the little lamp.
"Men have accomplished great things without a woman's help," she said.
"Some men," he answered.

"Artists and poets.

They have the woman within them.