I was not cold.

I was warm.

I am so happy that I'm frightened." "Did you like it ?" he asked.

"I hoped that you would.

I thought of you--my star, my happiness!" "I used to wonder," she said; "when they would come home to Fontenoy and say, 'Lewis Rand spoke to-day,' I used to wonder if I should ever hear you speak! And when they blamed you I said to my aching heart, 'They need not tell me! He's not ambitious, self-seeking, a leveller, a demagogue and Jacobin!-he is the man I met beneath the apple tree!' And I was right--I was right!" "Am I that man ?" he asked.