..Evil plans -...Passion""s urge knows no conscience and various its ways to betrayal.Sanderson induces Anna to marry secretly before going home.In a mock/faked marriage ceremony, the city slicker dupes the virtuous heroine into believing that they are married.Jean: Well, I was just thinking if the room got too crowded, we could live in the trunks.Terry: Yes, that""s a good idea.You don""t mind helping me unpack.Oh, I beg your pardon, you""re not the maid, are you? (Terry drapes unpacked articles of clothing over Jean""s arm.This promised to go the limit.I wondered what a handwriting expert would make of that childish scrawl of hers...She sat coiled up like a watch spring, her cigarette clamped in a curious holder.I could sense her eyes on me from behind those dark glasses, defying me not to like what I read, or maybe begging me in her own proud way to like it.He turns on the light in his shared office and staggers o his desk.Wounded and bleeding from a gunshot wound, clearly dying, Neff sits in his swivel chair, loosens his tie, takes out a packet of cigarettes, dumps them onto the desk, picks one of them up and lights it one-handed with a wooden match, and then rolls himself over to his office dictaphone [a new invention at the time], uncovers it, and inserts a new cylinder in the recorder.Young Donald admits to his two buddies that he saw no sense in resisting the torture:I told them, and why shouldn""t I? For him? To stand here and watch and know all the time I was gonna be next to have your nails torn off and those pincers and burning sticks driven into you until - And things you can""t even talk about.