But I won't let you have it with me, my casual friend.

Don't hope for it." "What have I ever done----" "Exactly what you're doing now to Rosalie--what you did to a dozen women this winter--what you did to me"-- she turned and looked at him--"the first time I ever set eyes on you since we were children together.

I know you are not to be taken seriously; almost everybody knows that! And all the same, Duane, I've thought about you a lot in these two months up here, and--I'm happy that you've come at last....

You won't mistake me and try to be sentimental with me, will you ?" She laid her slim, sun-tanned hand on his arm; they walked on together through the woodland where green bramble sprays glimmered through clustering tree trunks and the fading light turned foliage and undergrowth to that vivid emerald which heralds dusk.
"Duane," she said, "I'm dreadfully restless and I cannot account for it....

Perhaps motherless girls are never quite normal; I don't know.
But, lately, the world has seemed very big and threatening around me....
Scott is nice to me, usually; Kathleen adorable....