I cannot--pray, delay!' 'But you are mine!' said Alvan.

'You feel it as I do.

There can be no real impediment ?' She gave an empty sigh that sought to be a run of entreaties.

In fear of his tongue she caught at words to baffle it, senseless of their imbecility: 'Do not insist: yes, in time: they will--they--they may.
My father is not very well...

my mother: she is not very well.