All this modern license was a parody of love.

It must inevitably end in the degradation and unhappiness of those of the generation who persisted on that downward path.

Hard indeed it would be to encounter the ridicule of girls and the indifference of boys.

But only through the intelligence and courage of one could there ever be any hope for the many.
Lane sat there under the moonlit maples and talked until he was hoarse.

He could not rouse a sense of shame in Bessy, because that had been atrophied, but as he closely watched her, he realized that his victory would come through the emotion he was able to arouse in her, and the ultimate appeal to the clear logic of her mind.
When the time came for him to go she stood before him in the clear moonlight.
"I've never been so excited, so scared and sick, so miserable and thoughtful in all my life before," she said.