"He takes more pains with his dress."
"That helps, of course."
"My hair is very good yet, Isabel."
"You have splendid hair, and fine eyes. Properly dressed you would not look over twenty-two years old."
"You think so, because you love me a little."
"I love you better than I love anything else. We have suffered a great deal together. I do not mean afflictions and big troubles, but a lifelong, never-lifted repression and depression, and a perfect starvation of heart and soul."
"Not soul, Isabel. We could always go to the Kirk, and we had our Bible and good books, and the like."
"It was all dead comfort. There was no life, no love in it."
"Maybe it was our fault, perhaps we ought to have stood up for our rights. Girls have begun to do so now."
"We may be to blame, who knows? Good-night."