I don't care to take away the memory of anything from you.

I don't believe a woman ever trusted a man as I do you.

I'm sure none ever had reason to.

I should be sorry if you didn't know all my faults.

If there's a record to be kept of them anywhere in the universe, I'd rather it should be in your heart than anywhere else, unless, maybe, God has a heart like yours;" and she smiled at him through those sweetest tears that ever well up in human eyes, the tears of a limitless and perfect trust.
At one o'clock the next afternoon Madeline was sitting on the sofa in Dr.
Heidenhoff's reception-room with compressed lips and pale cheeks, while Henry was nervously striding to and fro across the room, and furtively watching her with anxious looks.