I know it well, and so does Francesca, though it is blurred; and the reason for this, according to my way of thinking, is that it has been lying next the moist stems of flowers, and unless I do her wrong, very near to somebody's warm heart as well.
I will not betray her to Salemina, even to gain a victory over that blind and deaf but much beloved woman.

How could I, with my heart beating high at the thought of seeing my ain dear laddie before many days?
Oh, love, love, lassie, Love is like a dizziness: It winna lat a puir body Gang aboot his business.'.