As I treat her I pray God to deal with me.

I cannot make her my wife, and if I am half a man, I would not win her everlasting love and throw it to the dogs.

She all but asked me last night to tell her of my love for her, and almost pressed hers upon me, but I did not even kiss her hand.

Ah, Karl, I wish I were dead!" The poor boy threw himself on the bed and buried his face in his hands.
I went to him and, seating myself on the bed, ran my fingers through his curls.
"My dear Max, I have never advised you wrongly.

Perhaps luck has been with me.