But no one cultivates feeling in this valley of dry bones.

It isn't the thing nowadays.

Let a dog whine his heart out on a chain! Who cares?
There's no room for sentimental scruples of that sort.

Can't you see the Reverend Stephen smile at the bare idea of extending a little of his precious Christian pity to a dog ?" He broke off with a laugh that rang defiantly.

"Now it's your turn!" he said.
"My turn ?" Avery glanced at his dark, handsome face with a touch of curiosity.
He met her eyes with his own as if he would beat them back.