"And it's just as well.

You oughtn't to marry me.
It's a crime for me to have permitted things to go this far." "Perhaps you are right," replied she slowly and thoughtfully.

"Perhaps you are right." He made one of his exclamatory gestures, a swift jerk around of the head toward her.

He had all he could do to restrain himself from protesting, without regard to his pretenses to himself and to her.

"Do you mean that, Maggie ?" he asked with more appeal in his voice than he was conscious of.
"Never call me that again!" she cried.