I could half fear you.

What is in your heart?
Surely, this is a strange love-making." "And by that," cried John Law, "know, then the better of the truth.
Listen! I know! And this is what I know--that I shall succeed, and that I shall love you always!" "'Tis what one hears often from men, in one form or another," said the girl, coolly, seating herself as she spoke.
"Talk not to me of other men--I'll not brook it!" cried he, advancing toward her a few rapid paces.

"Think you I have no heart ?" His eye gleamed, and he came on yet a step in his strange wooing.

"Your face is here, here," he cried, "deep in my heart! I must always look upon it, or I am a lost man!" "'Tis a face not so fair as that," said the Lady Catharine, demurely.
"'Tis the fairest face in England, or in the world!" cried her lover; and now he was close at her side.

Her hand, she knew not how, rested in his own.