"I am no worse than the rest; but how can I help having eyes, and a heart Margaret!" "Gerard!" "Be not angry now!" "Now, is it likely ?" "I love you." "Oh, for shame! you must not say that to me," and Margaret coloured furiously at this sudden assault.
"I can't help it.

I love you.

I love you." "Hush, hush! for pity's sake! I must not listen to such words from a stranger.

I am ungrateful to call you a stranger.

Oh! how one may be mistaken! If I had known you were so bold--" And Margaret's bosom began to heave, and her cheeks were covered with blushes, and she looked towards her sleeping father, very much like a timid thing that meditates actual flight.
Then Gerard was frightened at the alarm he caused.