Still, I will finish the work I see in front of me.

That at least--one cannot hope for the unattainable." Maud Barrington was sensible of a sudden chill.

"Still, if one has strength and patience, is anything quite unattainable ?" Winston looked out across the prairie, and for a moment the demons of pride and ambition rioted within him.

He knew there were in him the qualities that compel success, and the temptation to stretch out a daring hand and take all he longed for grew almost overmastering.
Still, he also knew how strong the innate prejudices of caste and tradition are in most women of his companion's station, and she had never hidden one aspect or her character from him.

It was with a smothered groan he realized that if he flung the last shred of honor aside and grasped the forbidden fruit it would turn to bitterness in his mouth.
"Yes," he said very slowly.