It makes me wildly happy to see you at my fireside, and to know that you are my own wife." "I wonder how you can look me in the face and say so," she cried.
"I should wonder at myself if I could look at your face and say anything else.

Oatmeal is a capital restorative; all your energy is coming back.
There, that will make a magnificent blaze presently." "I never thought you deceitful, Sidney, whatever other faults you might have had." "Precisely, my love.

I understand your feelings.

Murder, burglary, intemperance, or the minor vices you could have borne; but deceit you cannot abide." "I will go away," she said despairingly, with a fresh burst of tears.

"I will not be laughed at and betrayed.