And adventure and romance are allied, you know." "By the same token, to go into a nigger's stomach should be the quintessence of adventure," he retorted.
"I don't think you have any romance in you," she exclaimed.

"You're just dull and sombre and sordid like the business men at home.

I don't know why you're here at all.

You should be at home placidly vegetating as a banker's clerk or--or--" "A shopkeeper's assistant, thank you." "Yes, that--anything.

What under the sun are you doing here on the edge of things ?" "Earning my bread and butter, trying to get on in the world." "'By the bitter road the younger son must tread, Ere he win to hearth and saddle of his own,'" she quoted.