I have a presentiment that I shall see her if I go,--I am sure I shall," added he, positively, as though he felt a conviction that his desire would be accomplished.
"I would not, Clary," remonstrated Charlie.

"Your health won't permit the exertion; it is a long distance, too, you say; and, moreover, don't you think, my dear fellow, that it is far more prudent to endeavour, if possible, to banish her from your mind entirely.

Don't permit yourself to think about her, if you can help it.

You know she is unattainable by you, and you should make an effort to conquer your attachment." "It is too late--too late now, Charlie," he replied, mournfully.

"I shall continue to love her as I do now until I draw my last breath.