Proud of me?
If I can make you!" "You sigh so heavily!" "Something makes me feel like a little beggar." "When I tell you I love you ?" "Yes; but I only feel rich when I am giving; and I seem to have nothing to give now:--now that I have lost Italy!" "But you give me your love, don't you ?" "All of it.

But I seem to give it to you in tatters it's like a beggar; like a day without any sun." "Do you think I shall have that idea when I hear you sing to me, and know that this little leaping fountain of music here is mine ?" Dim rays of a thought led Emilia to remark, "Must not men keel to women?
I mean, if they are to love them for ever ?" Wilfrid smiled gallantly: "I will kneel to you, if it pleases you." "Not now.

You should have done so, once, I dreamed only once, just for a moment, in Italy; when all were crying out to me that I had caught their hearts.

I fancied standing out like a bright thing in a dark crowd, and then saying 'I am his!' pointing to you, and folding my arms, waiting for you to take me." The lover's imagination fired at the picture, and immediately he told a lover's lie; for the emotion excited by the thought of her glory coloured deliciously that image of her abnegation of all to him.

He said: "I would rather have you as you are." Emilia leaned to him more, and the pair fixed their eyes on the moon, that had now topped the cedar, and was pure silver: silver on the grass, on the leafage, on the waters.