"Don't think about it," she murmured.
"No, don't think about it," echoed the doctor.

"My wife is quite right.
Don't think about it.

But, dear me, what a job I had to persuade your guardian to let you go.

I should have given it up in despair--I really should--if I had not known that you had set your heart upon it." "Oh, how good you both are to me!" cried the girl, in a pretty little gush of gratitude.
"Pooh, pooh, Kate! But as to Girdlestone, he is perfectly right.

If I had you I should keep you fast to myself, I promise you.