Judas would have sold the souls of all mankind: Lenine and Trotzky sold only one hundred and fifty million bodies to the anti-Christ. Things were improving on earth after all.
I said: "Smith is a good man to have here at such a time. He's a wonderfully level-headed fellow. I don't believe we need worry."
"I ought to dislike him. But I don't," remarked Thusis.
"Dislike Smith?"
"He's turned my sister's head!"
"But—good heavens!—if she cares for him——"
"I care for you!" she cut in crisply. "But I haven't lost my head or my sense of proportion——"
"I wish you had."
She looked at me in silence almost hostile. Suddenly she blushed furiously:
"I wish I had, too! I care for you as much as my sister cares for Mr. Smith! More! Much more! I'm—I'm quite hopelessly in love! But I don't—don't—forget that—that——"