"I will only take it if you let me have it as a gage of friendship," and as ever he agreed.

He was so passionately in love with her, there was nothing in the world he would not have done or left undone to please her.

His eye followed her always with rapture, and her slightest wish was instantly obeyed.

Sabine was naturally an autocrat, and, but for the great generosity of her spirit, might have made him suffer considerably, but she did not, being consistently gentle and sweet.
"My darling!" Henry repeated, in the little anteroom, while his fond eyes devoured her face.

"Sometimes I love you so it frightens me--My God, if anything were to take you from me now, I do not think I could bear it." Sabine shivered as she bent down to look at a case of Cosways in a show table.
"Nothing can take you from me, Henry--unless something goes wrong about the divorce.