Melvin G. Winstock

“ I hate them all. I would throttle, and at the same time strangle, the indignation of society. I would bitterly enrage these dogs who fawn on me."
"And use me as the instrument? What, then, shall become of me?" said Paul.
"You? Why, Paul, you shall be the central moving figure," said Ouida.
"What care I? Use me as you will. 'Tis enough for me to know that you but reach your hand."
"Come to my arms then again," she cried in the ecstacy of this novel and entrancing emotion. "Let us revel in delight, you pauper! You dog! You base born thing, to whom vile society would scarcely throw a crumb!" ”

“ This request was made by her following a flashing, unaccountable mental freak, that filled Paul with pleased astonishment!
"I am your willing slave," he said, as he did her bidding.
"Do you love any woman?" said Ouida.
"I dare not answer," said the model.
"Dare not answer? Have I not asked you? What do you fear?" said the sculptress.
"Myself," said Paul.
"He who cannot master himself is like the beast of the field."
"That's what I am. What right have I to feeling, emotion?" said the model.
"Have you no hope for the years that are to come?" ”

“ They fell upon the floor with a dull thud. She crosses over to the model; then irresolutely retraced her steps, and threw herself upon a divan or sofa, as in a dream. There she lies motionless, save for a heaving breast. ”