There are good boys and bad boys.

Some are rough, cruel, mean; some are kind, and remember that it costs much to live these days, and one must dress nicely.

See," she said deliberately, showing him, "it is lace, fine lace; I pay fifty francs in Paris!" "I will give you that," said Peter, and he placed the note on the bed.
She stared at it and at him.

"Oh, I love you!" she cried.

"You are kind! Ah, now, if I could but love you always!" "Always ?" he demanded.
"Yes, always, always, while you are here, in Le Havre.