There is a terrible loneliness in the spring, darling." "But I'm here, Abel." "Yes, you're here, but you aren't near enough, for I'm never sure of you.

That's the cause of it--shall I ever be sure of you even after we are married?
You've got different blood in you, Molly--blood that doesn't run quiet,--and it makes me afraid.

Do you know I've been to look at the pines this morning, and I am all one big ache to begin on the house." "But you're happy--say you're happy." "How can I be happy, when I'm wanting you with every drop of my blood and yet never certain that I shall have you.

The devil has a lot to do with it, I reckon--for there are times when I am half blind with jealousy and doubt of you.

Did you ever kiss a man before me, Molly ?" She laughed, moved by an instinct to torment him.