And that isn't saying she wasn't in love with me, either." "Oh, well," she sighed, "it doesn't matter.

She didn't die, she didn't go to the bad, she didn't put on a long face and weep her eyes out,--as I recall them they were exceedingly pretty eyes, which may account for her determination to spare them,--and she didn't do anything that a sensible woman would have done under the circumstances.

A sensible woman would have set herself up as a martyr and bawled her eyes out.

But Lutie, being an ignoramus, overlooked her opportunities, and now see where she is! I am told that she is exasperatingly virtuous, abstemious and exceedingly well- dressed, and all on an income derived from thirty thousand dollars that came out of the Tresslyn treasure chest.

Almost incomprehensible, isn't it?
Nothing sensible about Lutie, is there ?" "Are you trying to be sarcastic, Anne ?" demanded George, contriving to sit up a little straighter on the sofa.