Thou and the rest of thy sex are fools, Deborah, but wise men died not with Solomon.

It matters not about her dress." Rising, he went to a shelf of battered, dog-eared books, and taking down an armful proceeded to strew the volumes upon the table.

The red blooms of the columbine being in the way, he took up the bunch and tossed it out of the window.

With the light thud of the mass upon the ground eyes of husband and wife met.
"Hugon would marry the girl," said the latter, twisting the hem of her apron with restless fingers.
Without change of countenance, Darden leaned forward, seized her by the shoulder and shook her violently.

"You are too given to idle and meaningless words, Deborah," he declared, releasing her.