I will give my opal ring to the poor.

Oh, Juan! Juan! Juan I am too blessed." Her words were broken into pieces by his kisses.

He knelt at her knees, and stroked her face, and patted her hands, and did all with such natural fervor and grace, that anything else, or anything less, must have seemed cold and unfilial.
"Come, my beautiful mother, and see my friend.

I have told him so much about you; and poor Dare has no mother.

I have promised him that you will be his mother also.