Arthur Stringer

“ Why should any woman be satisfied with the dregs and husks of a man's life, and be ready to dignify those odious remnants with the name of friendship, even?”
Never before had Anne seen his thin, ascetic face so touched with emotion.
“Do you mean that every woman should love an idler in life?” she demanded. “Don't you think that women realize that work has its nobility as well as its obligations?” ”

“ You were thinking of the needy and the suffering. You were doing good, and getting something tangible and worth while out of life.”
“No, no, no,” she denied. “I was only a woman. And that was all there was for me to do.” She was afraid he would see the teardrops on her lashes, so she bent her head and laughed a little. “Though I did hate to hear you make fun of me about those woolen mitts I was always knitting for the Indian children!”
Her laugh seemed to shake the tragedy out of the moment. Macraven looked up at her with a less troubled brow.
“How old are you, Anne?” ”

“ CHAPTER XVI. It is true that Macraven and Anne went for their walk, as the man of science had determined. But his declaration that their walk was to take them six long miles and more across the open country was only another evidence that man as a prophet is not always infallible. ”