You are attractive, very attractive.' 'It is not me,' said Herrick; 'no one can like me.

If you knew how I despised myself--and why!' His voice rang out in the quiet graveyard.
'I knew that you despised yourself,' said Attwater.

'I saw the blood come into your face today when you remembered Oxford.

And I could have blushed for you myself, to see a man, a gentleman, with these two vulgar wolves.' Herrick faced him with a thrill.

'Wolves ?' he repeated.
'I said wolves and vulgar wolves,' said Attwater.