I was mild as milk all those days I was near her.

My comfort is, she don't know me.

And that's my curse too! If she did, she'd know as clear as day I'm her mate, her match, the man for her.

I am, by heaven!--that's an oath permitted.

To see the very soul I want, and to miss her! I'm down here, mother; she loves her sister, and I must learn where her sister's to be found.