And I thought if I came on her panting, flying, and offered her my protection, she'd fall down and adore me.

So, to make a long tale short, I stopped a bit in that locality, hunting for her quite private after every one else had given up hunting.

I heard of a daft old man who'd got about, the Lord only knows how, and I set the folks firmly believing that he was old Cameron.
Well, _if_ he was, then the girl was lost and dead; but if he _wasn't_--well, I twigged it she'd got on the railroad, and, by being real pleasant to all the car men, I found out, quite by the way and private, how she might have got on, and where any girl had got off, till by patience and perseverance I got on your track; and I've been eight months trying to fathom your deepness and win your affections.

The more fool I! For to try to win what hasn't any more existence than the pot at the rainbow's tail is clear waste of time.

Deep you are; but you haven't got any of the commodity of affection in your breast." "Why didn't you tell me this before, like an honest man ?" she asked; "and I'd have told you you didn't know as much as you thought you did." Her voice was a little thick; but it was expressionless.
"I'm not green.