Look at me! look at me!" he said, lifting his ghastly hands in despair to his blue face.
I was determined not to give way--even to that.
"Be a man!" I said.

"Own it boldly.

What is she going to marry you for?
For your face that she can never see?
No! For your heart that is one with her own.

Trust to her natural good sense--and, better than that, to the devoted love that you have inspired in her.

She will see her stupid prejudice in its true light, when she feels it trying to part her from _you._" "No! no! no! Remember her letter to her father.