He endeavored to laugh her off, and then tried subterfuge, and lastly he cast off his mask and let her see his naked soul.
"Carley, I don't want your money or that of your kind friends--whoever they are--you say will help me to get into business," he said.
"God knows I thank you and it warms me inside to find some one who appreciates what I've given.

But I don't want charity....

And I guess I'm pretty sick of the game.

I'm sorry the Boches didn't do the job right." "Rust, that is morbid talk," replied Carley.

"You're ill and you just can't see any hope.