That is no light thing.

She must feel toward me as she has never felt to any other.

She is not one who can forget how I snatched her from a fearful death, and brought her back to life.

Every time she looks at me she seems to convey all that to me in her glance." "Oh, well, my dear fellow, really now," said Hawbury, "just think.

You can't do any thing." "But I don't want to do any thing." "It never can end in any thing, you know." "But I don't want it to end in any thing." "You'll only bother her by entangling her affections." "But I don't want to entangle her affections." "Then what the mischief _do_ you want to do ?" "Why, very little.