He's mine! You shan't take him from me!" "He told you he loved you ?" Ruth's eyes were gleaming and her voice was shrill with hate.
"He told you _that_ ?" "Yes--he did!" "I don't believe you." "We love each other," cried the dark girl.

"He came to see _me_.
You've got Arthur Sinclair.

You shan't take him away!" The two girls, shaking with fury, were facing each other, were looking into each other's eyes.

"If Sam Wright told you he loved you," said Ruth, with the icy deliberateness of a cold-hearted anger, "he was trying to--to make a fool of you.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.