"But what should I give thee in return ?" "Love, love; only love!" "A sister's love ?" "Ah, speak not with such cruel coldness!" "It is all I have for thee.

Listen to me, signor.

When I look on your face, when I hear your voice, a certain serene and tranquil calm creeps over and lulls thoughts, oh, how feverish, how wild! When thou art gone, the day seems a shade more dark; but the shadow soon flies.

I miss thee not, I think not of thee,--no, I love thee not; and I will give myself only where I love." "But I would teach thee to love me,--fear it not.

Nay, such love as thou now describest in our tranquil climates is the love of innocence and youth." "And it is the innocence he would destroy," said Isabel, rather to herself than to him.
Glyndon drew back, conscience-stricken.
"No, it may not be!" she said, rising, and extricating her hand gently from his grasp.