She nearly pulled me off my horse, and kissed the very mouth of the carbine.
'I knew you would come.

Oh John! Oh John! I have waited here every Saturday night; and I saw you for the last mile or more, but I would not come round the corner, for fear that I should cry, John, and then not cry when I got you.

Now I may cry as much as I like, and you need not try to stop me, John, because I am so happy.

But you mustn't cry yourself, John; what will mother think of you?
She will be so jealous of me.' What mother thought I cannot tell; and indeed I doubt if she thought at all for more than half an hour, but only managed to hold me tight, and cry, and thank God now and then, but with some fear of His taking me, if she should be too grateful.

Moreover she thought it was my own doing, and I ought to have the credit of it, and she even came down very sharply upon John's wife, Mrs.Fry, for saying that we must not be too proud, for all of it was the Lord's doing.