I would be ungrateful to ask it." "You would be ungracious if you didn't ask anything that would give me the joy of pleasing you.

How long is it going to require for you to learn, Ruth, that to make up for some of the difficulties life has brought you would give me more happiness than anything else could?
Tell me now." "No!" He gathered her closer.
"Ruth, there is no reason why you should be actively unkind to me.

What is it you wish ?" She struggled from his arms and stood alone in white moonlight, staring across the lake, along the shore, deep into the perfumed forest, and then at the mound she now could distinguish under the giant tree.
Suddenly she went to him and with both shaking hands gripped his arm.
"My mother!" she panted.

"Oh she was a beautiful woman, delicately reared, and her heart was crushed and broken.

By the inch she went to a dreadful end I could not avert or allay, and in poverty and grime I fought for a way to save her body from further horror, and it's all so dreadful I thought all feeling in me was dried and still, but I am not quite calloused yet.