"You bewilder me; you take my breath away! Give me time; let me think; my head is whirling now." "As long as you like, my dearest.

I don't ask you for love now; that will come by-and-by.

Only give me hope, and I can wait--wait as long as Jacob for Rachel, if necessary." He lifted her hand to his lips, but let it fall quickly again, for it felt like ice.

She was looking straight before her, at the pale, yellow sunset, her dark eyes filled with a dusky fire, but her face as colourless as the snowy ground.
"Are you ill, Kate ?" he said, in alarm; "have I distressed you?
have I agitated you by my sudden coming ?" "You have agitated me," she replied.

"My head is reeling.