Why, when Mel put her hand on my breast--on this medal--and looked at me--I had such a thrill as I never had before in all my life.

Never!...

Blair, it's _not_ dead.
That beautiful thing you mentioned--that spirit--that fire which burned so gloriously--it is _not_ dead." "Not in you--old pard," replied Blair, unsteadily.

"I'm always ashamed before your faith.

And, by God, I'll say you're my only anchor." "Blair, let's play the game out to the end," said Lane.
"I get you, Dare....