"Go off of what?"
"When he first took to coming after me. You remember the tea-party, when Marion Fay was here."
"I tried it on just then;—I did. I thought that, maybe, I might come not to care about it so much."
"I'm sure you acted it very well."
"And I thought that perhaps it might be the best way of touching that cold heart of yours."
"Cold! I don't know as my heart is colder than anybody else's heart."
"Would that you would make it warm once more for me."
"Poor Sam!" said Clara, putting her handkerchief up to her eyes.
"Why is he any poorer than me? I was first. At any rate I was before him."
"I don't know anything about firsts or lasts," said Clara, as the ghosts of various Banquos flitted before her eyes.