"Wine! wine! Fly." Jael ran out to fetch some, in spite of a despairing gesture, by which the young man tried to convey to her it was no use.
"Wine can do me no good, nor death no harm.

Why did I ever enter this house ?" "Oh, Mr.Little, don't look so; don't talk so," said Grace, turning pale, in her turn.

"Are you ill?
What is the matter ?" "Oh, nothing.

What should ail me?
I'm only a workman.

What business have I with a heart?
I loved you dearly.