There, I must go.

I must go.

I will go; if I fling myself into the sea half way." "And, if you do, I'll take a dose of poison; for I have thrown away the truest heart, the sweetest, most unselfish, kindest, generous--oh! oh! oh!" And he began to howl.
This set Phoebe sobbing.

"Don't cry, dear," she murmured through her tears; "if you have really any love for me, come with me." "What, leave England, and go to a desert ?" "Love can make a desert a garden." "Phoebe, I'll do anything else.

I'll swear not to leave your side.