I--am--very much alone.

You see I have already become capable of saying anything--and of doing it, too." There came a reckless glimmer into her eyes; she set her teeth--a trick of hers; the fresh lips parted slightly under her rapid breathing.
"Do you think," she said unevenly, "that I'm going on all my life like this--without anything more than the passing friendship of men to balance the example he sets me ?" "No, I think something is bound to happen, Rosalie.

May I suggest what ought to happen ?" She nodded thoughtfully; only the quiver of her lower lip betrayed the tension of self-control.
"Take him back," he said.
"I no longer care for him." "You are mistaken." After a moment she said: "I don't think so; truly I don't.

All consideration for him has died in me.

His conduct doesn't matter--doesn't hurt me any more----" "Yes, it does.