...when he possessed her, they seemed to swoon together at the very borderland of life’s mystery.

I love you. Good-by--because I love you.

I leave such ventures ti you younger men with the fever of life still in your blood.

She wanted to destroy something. The crash and clatter were what she wanted to hear.

The morning was full of sunlight and hope.

The past was nothing to her; offered no lesson which she was willing to heed. The future was a mystery which she never attempted to penetrate. The present alone was significant, was hers, to torture her as it was doing then with the biting which her impassioned, newly awakened being demanded.