"Can't Diane and Steele, you and I ride away from this bloody, bad country?
Our own lives, our happiness, come first, do they not ?" "They ought to, I suppose," I muttered, fighting against the insidious sweetness of her.

I knew then I must keep my lips shut or betray myself.
"You look so strange.

Russ, I wouldn't want you to kiss me with that mouth.

Thin, shut lips--smile! Soften and kiss me! Oh, you're so cold, strange! You chill me!" "Dear child, I'm badly shaken," I said.

"Don't expect me to be natural yet.