'I am not afraid to face evil fortune.

I do not care how poor you are--how hard our lives may be--if--if you are sure you love me.' 'Sure! There is not a beat of my heart or a thought of my mind that does not belong to you.

I am yours to the very depths of my soul.

My innocent love, my clear-eyed, clear-souled angel! I have studied you and watched you and thought of you, and sounded the depths of your lovely nature, and the result is that you are for me earth's one woman.

I will have no other, Mary, no other love, no other wife.' 'Lady Maulevrier will be dreadfully angry,' faltered Mary.
'Are you afraid of her anger ?' 'No; I am afraid of nothing, for your sake.' He lifted her hand to his lips, and kissed it reverently, and there was a touch of chivalry in that reverential kiss.