Oh, I've merely been handled, not hurt. Slightly shop-worn but as good as new.
Rex
[after a pause, quietly]
Jean, what makes you say such horribly honest things to me?
Jean
Yesterday I did you a great unkindness, Rex. I deserve to suffer for it.... You don't suppose I enjoy talking this way about myself?
Rex
I never heard a girl—a nice girl—talk like this before.
Jean
Naturally not. Usually "nice" girls hide it. It's an instinct in women—to keep up their value.... Often I've had thoughts and feelings which "nice" girls of your artificial ideal are supposed never to have at all. Perfectly natural, too, especially girls of my sort. We have so little to occupy our minds, except men! To have a useful, absorbing occupation—it rubs off the bloom, lowers our price in the market, you see.