I do not care to share you with any one else.
What I can't understand, if you care for me, is how you can take so much interest in all these affairs?
It certainly isn't devotion to your art that's impelling you, is it ?" "Oh, are you going to go on quarreling with me ?" asked Stephanie, naively.

"Won't you believe me when I say that I love you?
Perhaps--" But here her histrionic ability came to her aid, and she sobbed violently.
Cowperwood took her in his arms.

"Never mind," he soothed.

"I do believe you.

I do think you care for me.