I'll take her up the wood now this minute.
Wait till I light the lantern.

Poor Beatrice, I never dreamed she would affect you so.

I loved her, dear--because I love you; but I would rather break her in pieces than that she should make you unhappy.

Though to break any image of you, dear," he added tenderly, "would seem a kind of sacrilege.

You know how I love you, Beatrice, don't you ?" "Of course I do, dear; and it was sweet of you to buy her for my sake, and I'm quite silly to-night.