You are the only one--But I am so nervous--I don't understand it all.

But don't be angry with me;" and she held her hand a little nearer to him.
Pastor Martens took the hand, and pressed it gently between his own.
"You know I mean to be kind to you, Miss Madeleine," said he, in an earnest and soothing tone.
"Yes, yes, I know you do.

But do you believe--" and her eye rested on him with an earnest expression.
"I am afraid your mind is disturbed; but I hope that I may be able to be a trustworthy guide for you through life.

You have been unwilling to accept me, and I will not importune you; but I must tell you that everything I have is at your service." "But if I am unable--but if it is too much for me.

No, I cannot!" she replied, hiding her face in her hands.
His voice was kind, almost fatherly in its tone, as he moved nearer to her and said, "Tell me, Madeleine, do not you feel as if it was almost a dispensation of Providence?
When I asked you for your hand, you rejected my offer hastily--without consideration, may I venture to say?
That hand now lies in mine." She made an attempt to withdraw it, but he held it fast.