I am soulless, and what are you going to do about it ?" "I am going to ask you why you look like a woman?
Why have you the form of a woman?
the lips of a woman?
the wonderful hair of a woman?
And I am going to answer: because you are a woman--though the woman in you is asleep--and that some day the woman will wake up." "Heaven forbid!" she cried, in such sudden and genuine dismay as to make him laugh, and to bring a smile to her own lips against herself.
"I've got some more to say to you," Sheldon pursued.

"I did try to protect you from every other man in the Solomons, and from yourself as well.

As for me, I didn't dream that danger lay in that quarter.

So I failed to protect you from myself.

I failed to protect you at all.