I love you with all my heart.

I have been trying so hard to believe that I didn't because I thought you did not care for me that way." For some minutes no further word was spoken.

Vincent was the first to speak: "It is horrid to have to sit here in this stiff, unnatural way, Lucy, when one is inclined to do something outrageous from sheer happiness.
These long, open cars, where people can see from end to end what everyone is doing, are hateful inventions.

It is perfectly absurd, when one finds one's self the happiest fellow living, that one is obliged to look as demure and solemn as if one was in church." "Then you should have waited, sir," the girl said.
"I meant to have waited, Lucy, until I got to your home; but as soon as I felt that there was no longer any harm in speaking, out it came; but it's very hard to have to wait for hours, perhaps." "To wait for what ?" Lucy asked demurely.
"You must wait for explanations until we are alone, Lucy.

And now I think the train begins to slacken, and it is the next station at which we get out." "I think, Lucy," Vincent said, when they had approached the house of her relatives, "you and Chloe had better get out and go in by yourselves and tell your story.