If it's not one it's another, but it's always somebody.

A year ago he promised me that I should never have cause for jealousy again--he swore that and I believed him--and now this--this--" Her anger choked her like a sob, and she tore with trembling fingers at the papers in her lap.

Then suddenly her brow contracted with resolution, and she went through a long list of items as if the most important fact in life were the amount of money she must pay to her dressmaker.
"Of course you know what I think," murmured Laura with her lips at Gerty's ear.
"That he isn't worth it," Gerty nodded, while her indignant and humiliated expression grew almost violent.

"Well, I think so, too.

Of course he isn't, but that doesn't make it any better--any easier." "You mean you couldn't give him up ?" "When I'm dead I may, not before." She closed her eyes and a long shudder ran through her body.