I love him--I love him.

Fate divides us--long, long miles separate us; and I know we may never meet again.
But I love and bless him always.

Yes, always.

My prayers are his; my faith is his.

Yes, my faith is your faith, Wilfrid--Wilfrid! I have no kindred more,--I am a Christian!" At this last word there was such a row in the assembly, as my feeble pen would in vain endeavor to depict.