I don't know where we're headed for, and it's time I did." "What do you mean ?"--in soft consternation.
"That there is no hope left for us--and that we are both pretty young, both in love, both close to desperation.

At times I tell you I feel like a cornered beast--feel like showing my teeth at the world--like tearing you from it at any cost.

I'd do it, too, if it were not for your father and mother.

You and I could stand it." "I would let you do it--if it were not for them," she said.
They looked at one another, both pale.
"Would you give up the whole moral show for me ?" he demanded.
"Yes." "You'd get a first-rate scoundrel." "I wouldn't care if it were you." "There's one thing," he said with a bluntness bordering on brutality, "all this is changing me into a man unfit to touch you.

I warn you." "What!" "I tell you not to trust me!" he said almost savagely.