She understood his very heart-beats.

It had grown that way.
"I am getting very much like you, I think," she said, "and I want you to understand, sir, that I do not regret it.

I'm afraid I'm lost totally.

I'm not alarmed that it is as if your blood were in my veins.
What can a poor girl do ?" "You might as well abandon yourself," he answered.

"What is it they do in a part of Africa, when something to last forever is intended?
I think they drink a little of another's blood.