While I am awake I think of you, and when I am asleep I dream of you.

Listen, Beatrice, listen!--I have never loved any other woman, I have scarcely spoken to one--only you, Beatrice.

I can give you a great deal; and everything I have shall be yours, only I should be jealous of you--yes, very jealous!" Here she glanced at his face.

It was outwardly calm but white as death, and in the blue eyes, generally so placid, shone a fire that by contrast looked almost unholy.
"I think that you have said enough, Mr.Davies," Beatrice answered.

"I am very much obliged to you.