"God bless you, Frank, my boy!" she said, in her affectionate, purring way; dismissing me home with a light heart to eat the traditionary roast turkey and plum-pudding, at peace with all mankind, and in love with all womankind for her sake.
What a happy, happy day it had been! That night I passed and repassed Min's house a dozen times at least, only that I might see her shadow on the blinds, weaving luxurious castles in Spain the while.

I would be a great general, a distinguished orator, a famous statesman, a celebrated author! I would do some grand, heroic action.

I desired to be "somebody," something, only great and glorious! And yet, as One above is my judge, I had not one selfish craving, not a single purely-personal thought in connection with these mad wishes.

It was but for _her_ sake that I longed for honour and fame and advancement.

Only for her, only for her!.