I intended to marry him.

I liked him as much as any man need be liked.
I don't know whether it was the same feeling Nancy Ellen had for Robert Gray or not, but it was a whole lot of feeling of some kind.

I was satisfied with it, and he would have been.

I meant to be a good wife to him and a good daughter to his mother, and I could have done much good in the world and extracted untold pleasure from the money he would have put in my power to handle.

All was going 'merry as a marriage bell,' and then this morning came my Waterloo, in the same post with your letter." "Do you know what you are doing ?" cried George Holt, roughly, losing self-control with hope.