"I know you don't love me," he panted, "you cold little angel, you! But you do like me?
Eh?
just a little bit, Lucy?
Marry me.

Give me a chance.
I'll bring you to me.

If there is a single spark of love in your heart for me, I'll blow it into a flame! I can do it, I tell you!" He caught her fiercely by the shoulder.
Lucy drew back and threw out her hands.

"Let me have time to think!" "Time?
You've had a year!" "One more day.

Come again this evening----" "This evening?
I've come so often!" staring breathlessly into her face.