I--I am sorry--sorry from the bottom of my heart--that I realize you have fallen from such a noble height in my estimation." "That's all bosh and moonshine," hiccoughed Kendale; "respect and high pedestal of honor and all that sort of thing.

You're among the clouds; get down to earth.

I'm only a man--you mustn't take me for a little god.
Come, now, what in the name of reason is the use of making such a fuss over this thing, and storming like an angry princess on the stage because I tell you frankly that I've taken a notion to you.

By George, you ought to be mighty pleased to know that you've captured the fancy of a man like me, with no end of money at my command.

Do you realize that, little one ?" The girl's terror was growing intense with each passing moment.
Her horror and dread of the man before her was a thousand-fold greater at that moment than her admiration for Lester Armstrong had been in days gone by.