Why has this whim of Lucy's taken hold of you as it has?
And it is only a whim; Lucy will want something else in six months.

Oh, I cannot--cannot let you go.

I'm so desolate without you--my whole life is yours--everything I do is for you.

O Jane, my beloved, don't shut me out of your life! I will not let you go without me!" His voice vibrated with a certain indignation, as if he had been unjustly treated.

She raised one hand and laid it on his forehead, smoothing his brow as a mother would that of a child.