A girl understands nothing of the soundness of an argument on a Biblical question (or any other), he thought; but she understands an appeal made to her by a man whom she had loved, and whom she therefore loves still, though something may have occurred to make her think otherwise.
"Can you ever have loved me ?" he said again, and his voice was now more reproachful.
There was a pause before she said: "That is the question which I have been asking myself for some time--ever since I read about that book.

Oh, please, Mr.Holland, do not stay any longer! Cannot you see that if, after you have made an explanation that should satisfy any reasonable person, I still remain in my original way of thinking, I am not the woman who should be your wife ?" "You would see with my eyes if you were my wife," he said, and he believed that she would, so large an amount of confidence had he in his own power to dominate a woman.
"Ah!" she said, "you have provided me with the strongest reason why I should never become your wife, Mr.Holland." "Do not say that, Phyllis!" he cried, in a low voice, almost a piteous voice.

"I must have you with me in this great work which I feel has been given me to accomplish.

I am prepared to make any sacrifice for the cause which I have at heart--the cause to which I mean to devote the rest of my life; but you--you--I must have you with me, Phyllis.

Don't give me an answer now.