"George told us about you, and for his sake--" "I don't want you to be kind for George's sake, but my own.

I'd sooner you liked me for what I am, with all my faults." "If it's any comfort, I think I really do like you," Helen admitted with a strained smile.
"Well enough to marry me ?" Helen colored, but gave him a level glance.

"Ah," she said, "aren't you rash?
You hardly know me yet." "I'm not rash at all; I knew you long ago.

Your portrait hung in Charnock's house and I used to study it on winter nights.

It told me what you were, and when I saw you under the copper beech I knew you very well.