I don't like my uncle and I loath the men he brings about the place.

I have no friends, I scarcely know a woman intimately, I have troubles I can't tell you and--I am wretched.

You are the only creature I have left to talk to, and I suppose that after this row you must go away too to make your living." Alan looked at her there weeping on the log and his heart swelled within him, for he had loved this girl for years.
"Barbara," he gasped, "please don't cry, it upsets me.

You know you are a great heiress----" "That remains to be proved," she answered.

"But anyway, what has it to do with the case ?" "It has everything to do with it, at least so far as I am concerned.