An' just take into consideration that I love you.
Why, I love you like the very devil, Saxon.

I must, because I'm askin' you to marry me, an' I never asked any girl that before." Another silence fell, and Saxon found herself dwelling on the warmth, tingling now, under the lap-robe.

When she realized whither her thoughts led, she blushed guiltily in the darkness.
"How old are you, Billy ?" she questioned, with a suddenness and irrelevance as disconcerting as his first words had been.
"Twenty-two," he answered.
"I am twenty-four." "As if I didn't know.

When you left the orphan asylum and how old you were, how long you worked in the jute mills, the cannery, the paper-box factory, the laundry--maybe you think I can't do addition.

I knew how old you was, even to your birthday." "That doesn't change the fact that I'm two years older." "What of it?
If it counted for anything, I wouldn't be lovin' you, would I?
Your mother was dead right.