He put her on horses, in opera boxes, in limousines.

But in none of these pictures could he hold her; she insisted upon returning to her kitchen to fry bacon and eggs.
Then came a twisted thought, rejected only to return; a surprising thought, so alluring that the sense of shame, of chivalry, could not press it back.

Cutty's words began to flow into one ear and out of the other, without sense.

There was in his heart--put there by the recollection of the jewels--an indescribable bitterness, a desperate cynicism that urged him to strike out, careless of friend or foe.

Who could say what would happen to him when he left here?
A flash of spring madness, then to go forth devil-may-care.
She was really beautiful, full of unsuspected fire.