"Do you not honor your father, and the Gods?
I love no one else as I do you--and what I felt when you kissed me--that was not like moon-light, but like this hot mid-day sun.

When I thought of you I had no peace.

I will confess to you now, that twenty times I looked out of the door, and asked whether my preserver--the kind, curly-headed boy--would really come again, or whether he despised a poor girl like me?
You came, and I am so happy, and I could enjoy myself with you to my heart's content.

Be kind again--or I will pull your hair!" "You!" cried Rameri.

"You cannot hurt with your little hands, though you can with your tongue.