You make me too happy by your silence, Ruth." "Oh, what can I do!" exclaimed Ruth.

"Mr Bellingham, you should help me, and instead of that you only bewilder me." "How, my dearest Ruth?
Bewilder you! It seems so clear to me.

Look at the case fairly! Here you are, an orphan, with only one person to love you, poor child!--thrown off, for no fault of yours, by the only creature on whom you have a claim, that creature a tyrannical, inflexible woman; what is more natural (and, being natural, more right) than that you should throw yourself upon the care of the one who loves you dearly--who would go through fire and water for you--who would shelter you from all harm?
Unless, indeed, as I suspect, you do not care for him.

If so, Ruth! if you do not care for me, we had better part--I will leave you at once; it will be better for me to go, if you do not care for me." He said this very sadly (it seemed so to Ruth, at least), and made as though he would have drawn his hand from hers, but now she held it with soft force.
"Don't leave me, please, sir.

It is very true I have no friend but you.