He should have her blood too, if that were her husband's--it would never be; but if it were for his good in the smallest way.

Chillon's wish is to give his blood for them he loves.

Never did woman try more to write worthily to her absent lord and fall so miserably into the state of dripping babe from bath on nurse's knee.

Cover me, my lord; and love, my cause for--no, my excuse, my refuge from myself.

We are one?
Oh! we are one!--and we have been separated eight and twenty days.
'HENRIETTA KIRBY-LEVELLIER.' That was a letter for the husband and lover to receive in a foreign land and be warmed.
The tidings of Carinthia washed him clean of the grimy district where his waxen sister had developed her stubborn insensibility;--resembling craziness, every perversion of the refinement demanded by young Englishmen of their ladies; and it pacified him with the belief that she was now at rest, the disturbed history of their father and mother at rest as well; his conscience in relation to the marriage likewise at rest.