Give me that, and I shall be content.

You think I am proud," he continued; "I am not one-half so proud, sweet, as you.

You refuse to love me--why?
Because of your pride.

You have some foolish notions that the difference in our positions should part us.

You are quite wrong--love knows no such difference." "But the world does," she interrupted.
"The world!" he repeated, with contempt.