Not a bit of it! Love is the sun of the soul--all light, heat, motion and creativeness! there are no more two loves than two suns.

There may be two or many passions, but not two loves.

If a man loved twice, it would not be love!" The hard man spoke so tenderly that his hearer dared not scoff.
"He ran through your witchery after a while, but he built his hopes upon maternity.

You had a child but you connived at its death, if you did not deal the stroke." How accurately Sendlingen had measured this woman! Another would have cried out against him at this accusation--or burst into tears and so disarmed a less adamantine man.

She did not blanch; she did not lift her hand to cover her unaltered features, but listened as idly as she would to the last plaint of the fool who might blown out his brains at her feet.