It's too darned bad.
I wish it could have been different with you two." "It could have been, as I've said before, if I'd had the back-bone of a caterpillar." "If you still love her as deeply as all this, why--" "Love her?
Why, if she were to come out here this instant and smile on me, Simmy, I'd--I'd--God, I don't know what I'd do!" He drooped his head dejectedly, and Simmy saw that he was shaking.
"It's too bad," said Simmy again, blinking.

For a long time the two of them stood there, side by side, looking at the bright doorway across the street.

Simmy was thinking hard.

"See here, old fellow," he said at last, profoundly moved, "why don't you buck up and try to make something of yourself?
It isn't too late.

Do something that will make her proud of you.
Do--" "Proud of me, eh ?" sneered George.