All the best women are married, yes, they are - to all the worst men' There was an infinite slow caress in her tone, but she went on rapidly 'So I shall never marry you. How should I marry a kind man, a good man? I am a barbarian, and want a barbarian lover, to crush and scarify me, but you are so tender, and I am so crude. When your soft eyes look on me, they look on a volcano.

Dusky Ruth: And Other Stories