Oh, Richard, what shall I do?
I loved him, loved him so.

Don't look so stern; don't turn away from me.

You used to love me.

Could you thank God for taking me away from you, out of your arms, warm, and strong, and living, and making me cold, and dumb, and stiff, like _that_ ?" "Yes, Pauline, if it had been to save us both from sin." "You don't know what love is, if you say that." "I know what sin is, better than you do, maybe.

Listen, Pauline.