Months after they printed the article, the number of angry letters finally started to taper off.

Their prosperity appeared to prove that honesty after all was not the best policy. What should I do then? How should I begin the jesuitical business of committing evil that good, personal good, might come of it?

It seems to me that she might, by merely sitting quietly at his side, saying little and looking less, get nigher his heart.

An insect bores into a tree.