Young Haight continued, almost as embarrassed as she: "I suppose I'm a bad lot, perhaps a little worse than most others, but I think--I hope--there's some good in me.

I know all this sounds absurd and affected, but _really_ I'm not posing; you won't mind if I speak just as I think, for this once.

I promise," he went on with a half smile, "not to do it again.

You know my mother died when I was little and I have lived mostly with men.

You have been to me what the society of women has been to other fellows.