And as usual I succeeded in injuring where I meant only kindness.

Can you believe that ?" "I--think you meant it kindly," she said under her breath.

"It was my fault, Louis.

I do not blame you, if you really cared for me.

I've told you so before." "Yes, but I was ass enough to think _you_ cared for _me_." She lay in her hammock, looking at him across the crimson-fringed border.
"There are two ways out of it," he said; "one is divorce.