"I beg you not to say dreadful things, not to have dreadful thoughts," she exclaimed.
"But I can't help them. If you knew how awful they are sometimes. Dr. Hicks did it, Paula."
"Don't let us talk of it."
"Let us think about it."
"I couldn't."
"Don't you love me?"
"I love everybody. You, and everybody."
"Yes, you are a saint. I am not. I only love you. I only think of you. Morning, noon and night. At Mass; everywhere——"
"Do you, really?" she interrupted.
"I do, really."