And if you'll give me what I like--Oh, how I will love you!" "For the present ?" asked Foma, smiling suspiciously.

"You ought to love me anyway." She looked at him calmly and, after a moment's thought, said resolutely: "It's too soon to love you anyway.

I will not lie.

Why should I lie to you?
I am telling you frankly.

I love you for money, for presents.
Because aside from money, men have nothing.