"If I could have helped, do you think I should have done it? You don't understand such things, Molly."
"No, I don't understand them. When love has to cloak cruelty and faithlessness, I can't see that it's any better than the thing it excuses."
"But all love isn't alike. I don't love you in the least as I loved
Blossom. That was a mere impulse, and incident."
"But how was Blossom to know that? and how am I?"
"One can't explain it to a woman. They're not made of flesh and blood as men are."
"They've had to drill their flesh and blood," she replied, stern rather than scornful.
"I might have known you'd be hard, Molly."
When she spoke again her voice had softened.
"Jonathan, it's no use thinking of me—go back to Blossom," she said.
"Not thinking of you won't make me go back to Blossom. When that sort of thing is over, it is over once for all."