He loved her dearly.

Robin loved her dearly.

When Robin was a grown-up young man the pretty baby had come to be his plaything.

Robin seemed to love her still better than he loved his own children.
"Thee'st been crying, child!" cried old Matthew Frost.

"What has ailed thee ?" Had Rachel known that the signs of her past tears were so palpable as to call forth remark from everybody she met, as it appeared they were doing, she might have remained at home.