"Thank God! yes, thank God! So it should be.

Let her love him to the last, and win her martyr's crown! Now, Valencia St.Just, sit down, if but for five minutes; and listen, once for all, to the last words, perhaps, you will ever hear me speak; unless she wants you-- ?" "No, no! Tell me all, Saint Pere!" said Valencia, "for I am walking in a dream--a double dream!" as the new thought of Headley, and that walk, came over her.

"Tell me all at once, while I have wits left to comprehend." "Miss St.Just," said he, in a clear calm voice, "it is fit, for her honour and for mine, that you should know all.

The first day that I ever saw your sister, I loved her; as a man loves who can never cease to love, or love a second time.

I was a raw awkward Scotchman then, and she used to laugh at me.