Even though the time be short and I have so little to offer, I am your greedy suitor.

I want help, I want sympathy, I want love." There was nothing whatever left now of Lady Jane of Woolhanger.
Segerson would probably not have recognised his autocratic mistress.
The most timid of her tenant farmers would have adopted a bold front with her.

She was simply a very beautiful woman, trembling a little, unsteady, nervous and unsure of herself.
"Oh, I wish you hadn't said that!" she faltered.
"But I must say it," he insisted, with that alien note of tenderness still throbbing in his tone.

"You are not a dabbler in life.

You have never been afraid to stand on your feet, to look at it whole.