There's more than the rifles intact, dear." "Not your poor bruised body!" "My self-respect," she whispered, the pink colour stealing into her cheeks.

"I've won it back.

Do you understand?
I've gone after my other self and got her back.

I'm mistress of myself, Duane; I'm in full control, first in command.

Do you know what that means ?" "Does it mean--me ?" "Yes." "When ?" "When you will." He leaned above her, looking down into her eyes.