Oh, you hurt me, Edmund!' He released her body, and took her head between his hands.
'I had rather you were dead than that you should cease to love me! You shall go to see her; I won't say a word against it.

But, Monica, be faithful, be faithful to me!' 'Faithful to you ?' she echoed in astonishment.

'What have I said or done to put you in such a state?
Because I wish to make a few friends as all women do--' 'It's because I have lived so much alone.

I have never had more than one or two friends, and I am absurdly jealous when you want to get away from me and amuse yourself with strangers.

I can't talk to such people.
I am not suited for society.