She loved him so passionately, and he was so godlike in her eyes; and being, though untrained, instinctively refined, her nature cried for his tutelary guidance. And thus, though Tess kept repeating to herself, 'I can never be his wife,' the words were vain.

I had hoped that he had a .38 on him but that wasn't the case.

The squarehead bent his chin to his breast and said, Very well. In an hour.

They were unable, for the life of them, to remember.