There! It looks better after that poke.

I threw some papers on it to start a flame just before I went up to dress....

Why dearie! What cold hands and what flushed cheeks!"...
_Linda_: "Oh Michael! You'll always love me, won't you?
I--I know I'm not clever, not half clever enough for you.

But I _do_ try to help you all I can.

I--I--" (Sobs.) _Rossiter_ (really distressed): "_Of course_ I love you! What silly notion have you got into your head ?" (He asks himself anxiously "Surely all that letter was burnt before she came in ?") "Come! Pull yourself together.