I love those who love her.

As the French say, '_Les amies de mes amies sont mes amies.'_ I am a poor helpless woman, more to be pitied than the world can believe.

I have only my gratitude to offer you, Sir Karl, but that shall be yours so long as I live." "Your Grace's reward is far too great for the small service I have rendered," I replied, dropping to my knee.

I was really beginning to live in my sixtieth year.

I was late in starting, but my zest for life was none the less, now that I had at last learned its sweetness through these two gracious women.
When we had grown more composed, Yolanda explained to me her hopes regarding the French king's answer to the altered missive, and the whole marvellous possibilities of the letter "t" dawned upon my mind.