And it isn't that way I want to have you.

You're more now in my eyes than ever.

It shall be love for love.

Emily, you will marry me ?' What resources of passion the man was exhibiting! By forethought he could have devised no word of these speeches which he uttered with such vigour; it was not he who spoke, but the very Love God within him.

He asked the last question with a voice subdued in tenderness; his eyes had a softer fire.
Emily gave her answer.
'I would not marry you, though you stood to kill me if I refused.' No bravado, no unmeasured vehemence of tone, but spoken as it would have been had the very weapon of death gleamed in his hand.
He knew that this was final.
'So you are willing that your father shall be put into the dock at the police-court to-morrow morning ?' 'If you can do that, it must be so.' 'If I _can_?
You know very well I have the power to, and you ought to know by now that I stick at nothing.