It hasn't made any difference, has it ?' 'I can't tell a fib.

It hasn't--in that way.

But don't think I'm not grateful.' 'Damn the gratitude!' said Dick, huskily, to the paddle-box.
'What's the use of worrying?
You know I should ruin your life, and you'd ruin mine, as things are now.

You remember what you said when you were so angry that day in the Park?
One of us has to be broken.
Can't you wait till that day comes ?' 'No, love.

I want you unbroken--all to myself.' Maisie shook her head.