Why, a man 'ud do anything for half a kind word from you.

Thyrza (he lowered his voice), there isn't anyone else, is there ?' She was silent.
'You don't mean that?
Good God! I don't know what'll become of me if I think of that.

The only thing I care to live for is the hope of having you for my wife.' 'But you mustn't hope, Mr.Ackroyd.

You'll find someone much better for you than me.

But I can't stop.