"Aren't you glad to have me up here?
I know you have had a pretty rough road of it of late, but aren't you willing to let bygones be bygones and trust to the future a little ?" "The future! The future! Don't talk to me about the future.

It's little enough it holds in store for me," she replied.
Cowperwood saw that she was verging on an emotional storm, but he trusted to his powers of persuasion, and her basic affection for him, to soothe and quell her.
"I wish you wouldn't act this way, pet," he went on.

"You know I have always cared for you.

You know I always shall.

I'll admit that there are a lot of little things which interfere with my being at home as much as I would like at present; but that doesn't alter the fact that my feeling is the same.