You're not a woman like these in Dunfield who talk and talk behind one's back; though I have seen so little of you, don't I know the difference between you and them?
I'm ignorant enough, compared with you, but I can feel what it is that puts you above all other women.

It must be that that makes me mad to gain a kind word from you.

One word--that you'll try to think of me; and I'll live on that as long as I can.' The mere utterances help little to an understanding of the terrible force of entreaty he put into this speech.

His face, his hands, the posture of his body, all joined in pleading.

He had cast off all shamefacedness, and spoke as if his life depended on the answer she would return; the very lack of refinement in his tone, in his pronunciation of certain words, made his appeal the more pathetic.