It is not usual for our quiet lake of affection to be visited by such tornadoes.
"Oh, I am glad, I am glad to be back with you again.

I have longed for you.

I couldn't write it.

I did not know I could long for any one so much." "I have missed you immensely, my dear Judith," said I.
She looked at me queerly for a moment; then with a radiant smile: "I love you for not going into transports like a Frenchman.

Oh, I am tired of Frenchmen.