'Now does not that touch you more deeply than the Italian ?' said she, delicately mouthing: 'I, mio tradito amor!' 'Touch, I don't know,' he was honest enough to reply.

'It's you that haven't given it a fair chance I'd like to hear it again.

There's a forest on fire in it.' 'There is,' she exclaimed.

'I have often felt it, but never seen it.

You exactly describe it.