I respect him for it, and it makes me love him more and more.

I've never had the luck to meet a man like him.

The world would be a bit less rotten for the likes of you and me if there were more of him about, I tell you.

But it hurts me like the devil because it makes me feel no better than a shoe with the buttons off and the heel all worn down, and I ask myself what's the blooming use.

But last night I kissed him, and I saw his eyes glint for the first time and to-night,--to-night, Irene, I'm going to play my last card.