That's the fledgling idea--when blighted--be a 'deevil among the weemin,'" he said, laughing.
"You have that hospitable reputation now," she persisted, unsmiling.
"Have I?
Judge for yourself then--because no woman I ever knew cares anything for me now." "You mean that if any of them had anything intimate to remember they'd never remain indifferent ?" "Well--yes." "They'd either hate you or remember you with a certain tenderness." "Is that what happens ?" he asked, amused.
"I think so," she said thoughtfully....

"As for what you said, you are right, Duane; I am adrift....

You--or a man like you could easily board me--take me in tow.

I'm quite sure that something about me signals a pilot; and that keen eyes and bitter tongues have noted it.

And I don't care.