"My life is yours, for you have preserved it.

I would be graceless indeed if I did not give my best to you who have given all for me." "It is not gratitude I want.

If you are only grateful, put me out of your thoughts, and I will go away and strive to forget you.

There were twenty in the Tidewater who would have done the like." She looked down on me from the rock with the old quizzing humour in her eyes.
"If gratitude irks you, sir, what would you have ?" "All," I cried; "and yet, Heaven knows, I am not worth it.

I am no man to capture a fair girl's heart.