Tears and sobs were playing sad havoc with her powers of speech.
"Farewell, Mistress Vernon," replied John.

"I should be shameless if I dared ask you to believe any word I can utter.

Forget, if possible, that I ever existed; forget me that you may not despise me.

I am unworthy to dwell even in the smallest of your thoughts.

I am altogether base and contemptible." "N-o-o," sighed Dorothy, poutingly, while she bent low her head and toyed with the gold lace of my cloak.
"Farewell," said John.