I want you to cure her, court her, marry her, and make her happy.

God knows she has had her share of suffering.

You recognize her as a girl of refinement ?" "I do." "You grant that in health she would be lovelier than most women, do you not ?" "She was more beautiful than most in sickness and distress." "Good!" cried the Harvester.

"She has been here two weeks.

I give you my word, my promise to her has been kept faithfully.