The idea of what I would do came into my head while I was talking with Freddie--and since I came into this room, I have made up my mind.

I'm sorry I can't set you free altogether.

There's Carrie to think of, and I must live for her sake.
But at any rate you won't have to look after me, or to feel that I'm disgracing you with the smart people who have taken you up-- Don't look for us, for you will never, never find us.
Good-bye, John.

Do you remember that night in the ghyll, and all the things we said?
I've spoiled your sketch--I couldn't help it--and I'm not sorry--not yet, anyway.

She has everything in the world, and I had nothing--but you.