"To diffuse--intelligence--a hundred leagues from a fixed point--an island ?" She leaned toward him with flashing, expectant eyes.
But he groaned, and said: "That seems impossible." "Then _trample_ on it," said she, bringing his own words against him; for she used to remember all he said to her in the day, and ponder it at night--"trample on it, subdue it, or never speak to me again.

Ah, I am an ungrateful wretch to speak so harshly to you.

It is my misery, not me.
Good, kind Mr.Hazel, oh, pray, pray, pray bring all the powers of that great mind to bear on this one thing, and save a poor girl, to whom you have been so kind, so considerate, so noble, so delicate, so forbearing; now save me from despair." Hysterical sobs cut her short here, and Hazel, whose loving heart she had almost torn out of his body, could only falter out in a broken voice, that he would obey her.

"I'll work no more for you at present," said he, "sweet as it has been.

I will think instead.