It is because I love you that I am so anxious about you.

What would the world--ay, or heaven--be to me without you ?" There was such earnest truth in her tone that the sense and realization of my own harshness smote me.

In the presence of such love as this even a lover's selfishness must become abashed.

I could not express myself in words, so simply raised her slim hand in mine and kissed it.

As it lay warm in my own I could not but notice, as well as its fineness, its strength and the firmness of its clasp.