Then he grabbed his coat, which he had laid off to work, picked up his gloves, and started out.
"You can go to the deuce as far as I am concerned," he said, as he reached the door.

"I'm no sucker," and with that he opened it with a jerk and closed it equally vigorously.
Carrie listened at her window view, more astonished than anything else at this sudden rise of passion in the drummer.

She could hardly believe her senses--so good-natured and tractable had he invariably been.

It was not for her to see the wellspring of human passion.

A real flame of love is a subtle thing.