Then you saw me, and you must have guessed that I felt with you and for you.

Our souls seemed to leap out to meet one another, and you were by my side in an instant, kissing my hand, and raining tears on it.

We loved each other from that night; our love began from the moment we looked at each other, and I love you still--but I mustn't marry you, little wild, desperate, bewitching Nina, for that would ruin us both.

My God! I wish I had never met you; I am afraid of you, and that is the fact." Perhaps it was the unwonted beverage in which he had just indulged, which gave rise to such eager and impetuous thoughts in the breast of Captain Bertram.

It is certain when he had slept over his mother's letter he felt much more cool and collected.