My father had Spanish blood in his veins, and some of it flows in mine.

My music went deep into my heart, and my heart cried aloud for one kind word from you." "Am I not always kind, Coralie ?" "Ah, yes, with that cold, English kindness which kills even sooner than your keen frost and biting winds.

I want something more than this cruel kindness.

Oh, cousin, can you not see I love you?
I love you--ah, heaven, how dearly!--and I want your love in return." Believe me, reader, I was speechless.

I would fain have raised her, have told her, in short, sharp words, that what she was saying branded her as unmaidenly and indiscreet; but I was powerless either to move or to speak.
"I loved you," she said, "the first moment I saw you.