If there were not a scrap of you left bigger than your thumb, I'd rather have it than any woman in the world." And now her face changed.

There came into it the wistful look of those before whom passes a vision of happiness not for them, a look such as might be in the face of a doomed spirit which, floating by, should catch a glimpse of heavenly meads, and be glad to have had it, although its own way lay toward perdition.

With a sudden impulse she dropped upon her knee, and seizing the hem of his coat pressed it to her lips, and then, before he could catch her, sprang away, and stood with one arm extended toward him, the palm turned outward, warning him not to touch her.

Her eyes were marvellously softened with the tears that suffused them, and she said-- "I thank you, Henry.

You are very good.