I was working for you, fighting for you, thinking for you, living for you.

And you love that Coventry, and never showed it." Jael came in with a glass of wine for him, but he waved her off with all the grandeur of despair.
"You tell me this to my face!" said Grace, haughtily; but her bosom panted.
"Yes; I tell you so to your face.

I love you, with all my soul." "How dare you?
What have I ever done, to justify--Oh, if you weren't so pale, I'd give you a lesson.

What could possess you?
It's not my fault, thank heaven.

You have insulted me, sir.