“I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.”

“But she needs me more than she needs him and I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.”

“Francie looked at her legs. They were long, slender, and exquisitely molded. She wore the sheerest of flawless silk stockings, and expensively made high-heeled pumps shod her beautifully arched feet. "Beautiful legs, then, is the secret of being a mistriss," concluded Francie. She looked down at her own long thin legs. "I'll never make it, I guess." Sighing , she resigned herself to a sinless life.”

“She had had the pain; it had been like being boiled alive in scalding oil and not being able to die to get free of it”

“She had become accustomed to being lonely. She was used to walking alone and to being considered 'different.' She did not suffer too much.”

“Francie of course became an outsider shunned by all because of her stench. But she had grown accustomed to being lonely. She was used to walking alone and being considered different. She did not suffer to much.”

“Well' Francie decided, 'I guess the thing that is giving me this headache is life - and nothing else but'.”