I love you so much that I carry my love in my face for all to read.

They cannot see me meet you without knowing the truth; they cannot hear me say your name but I betray myself; I show how I love you in every movement; I am full of you.

How can anyone look at me and not see you?
I should have been more careful--oh, I could have been so much more careful had I loved you a little less! It is very hard on you." The note of satire had died out of her voice; her every look and gesture carried in it nothing but love for him; but all the unhappy dog could say was something about self-respect.
Her mouth opened as if for bitterness; but no sound came.

"How much self-respect do you think is left for me after to-day ?" she said mournfully at last; and then she quickly took a step nearer her dear one, as if to caress the spot where these words had struck him.

But she stopped, and for a moment she was the Grizel of old.