"This one small unknown thing I want.

It will be the child of my old age.

I _want_ it.
Her whole being has been torn to pieces.

Dr.Redcliff says that she might have died before this if her delicate body had not been stronger than it looks." "She has never been ill, my lord," Dowie had answered, "-- but she is ill now." "Save her--save _it_ for me," he broke out in a voice she had never heard and with a face she had never seen.
That in this plainly overwrought hour he should allow himself a moment of forgetfulness drew him touchingly near to her.
"My lord," she said, "I've watched over her since she was five.

I know the ways young things in her state need to have about them to give them strength and help.