His beard was of the same color; short and curling, like the beards of the Roman heroes one sees in pictures.

I shall never see him again--and it is best for me that I shall not.

What can I hope from a man who never once noticed me?
But I _should_ like to hear that he had recovered his health and his tranquillity, and that his life was a happy one.

It has been a comfort to me, Adelaide, to open my heart to you.

I am getting bold enough to confess everything.