"Name is Maria - Miranda - Macapa...Had a flying squirrel an' let him go."

"No one to love, none to caress, Left all alone in this world's wilderness."

"There were more than a hundred pieces, and every one of them gold - just that punch-bowl was worth a fortune - thick, fat, red gold."

"With each concession gained the man's desire cools; with every surrender made the woman's adoration increases. But why should it be so?"

"The whole place exhaled a mingled odor of bedding, creosote, and ether."

"This poor crude dentist of Polk Street, stupid, ignorant, vulgar, with his sham education and plebeian tastes...was living through his first romance, his first idyl."

"With her, the feminine element entered his little world."

"His point of view was at once enlarged and confused..."

"four, three oughts, twelve."

"You do not love me - no; Bid me good-by...