She will try hard to learn if you will teach her, and not be so afraid of hurting her, as if she expected sweets from both hands.

It is easy for you to see through her empty head: do cot give her up till she has had time to look a little way into your eyes." "Eveena," I answered, almost as much pained as touched by the unaffected humility which had so accepted and carried out my ironical comparison, "one simple magnet-key would unlock the breast whose secrets seem so puzzling; but it has hardly a name in your tongue, and cannot yet be in your hands." "Ah, yes!" she said softly, "you gave it me; do you think I have lost it in two nights?
But the esve cannot be loved as she loves her master.

I could half understand the prodigal heart that would buy a girl's life with yours, and all that is bound up in yours.

No other _man_ would have done it--in our world," she added, answering my gesture of dissent; "but they say that the terrible _kargynda_ will stand by his dying mate till he is shot down.

You bought my heart, my love, all I am, when you bought my life, and never asked the cost." She continued almost in a whisper, her rose-suffused cheeks and moist eyes hidden from my sight as the lips murmured their loving words into my ear,--"Though the nestling never looked from under the wing, do you think she knows not what to expect when she is bought from the nest?
She dares not struggle in the hand that snatches her; much more did she deserve to be rated and rapped for fluttering in that which saved her life.