"Garthowen has a right to say what he likes to me, and besides, he was right, Will.

I must learn to treat thee with more respect." "Respect!" said Will, laying hold of her hands, "'tis more love I want, lass, and not respect; sometimes I fear thou dost not love me." "But I do," said the girl calmly; "I do love thee, Will.

'Tis truth that I would lay down my life for thee and all at Garthowen.

Haven't you been all in all to me--father, sister, brother?
and especially you and I, Will, have been together all our lives.

Ann has not been quite so much a sister to me since we've grown up, but then I am only the milkmaid, and Gwilym Morris has come between." "Yes, true," said Will; "but between me and thee, Morva, nothing has ever come.