'I love you.' 'Granted,' she said, for the sake of the argument.

'Then what will occur to your present wife ?' 'My present wife ?' 'Yes, Miss Spencer, as she is called.' 'She told you I was her husband ?' 'Incidentally she did.' 'She isn't.' 'Perhaps she isn't.

But, nevertheless, I think I won't marry you.' Nella stood like a statue of scorn before him.
He went still nearer to her.

'Give me a kiss, then; one kiss--I won't ask for more; one kiss from those lips, and you shall go free.

Men have ruined themselves for a kiss.