Oh, fatal hour in which he ever saw the beauty of that face!" "Tell me what the one thing is, Adelaide.

If it is possible, I will do it." "I dare not mention it.

It is useless to name it.

Men like my brother throw their genius, their life and love, under the feet of girls like you; but they meet with no return." "Tell me what it is," repeated the other, her generous heart touched by the thought of receiving so much and giving so little.
"If you would but consent to see him--I know you will not, but it is the only means of saving him--if you expressed but the faintest shadow of a wish, he would stay; I know he would." Marion hesitated.
"How can I interfere ?" she said.

"How can I express any such wish to him ?" "I knew you would not.