I haven't another wish in my heart but to be of use to you." "Oh, Richard," I cried, bursting into tears afresh, and hiding my eyes, "if you give me up and drive me away from you, I am all alone.

There isn't another human being that I love or that cares for me.

Dear Richard, do be good to me; do be sorry for me." "I am sorry for you, Pauline; you know that." "And you will take care of me ?" I cried, stretching out my arms toward him, with a sudden overwhelming sense of my loneliness and destitution.
"Yes, Pauline, to the end of my life or of yours; as if you were my sister or almost my child." "Dear Richard," I whispered, as I buried my face on his arm, "if it were not for you I should not live through this dreadful time.

I hope I shall die soon; as soon as I am better.

But till I do die, I hope you will be good to me, and love me." And I pressed his hand against my cheek and lips, like the poor, frantic, grief-bewildered child that I was.
At this moment there came a sound of movement in the stables: I heard one of the heavy doors thrown open, and a man leading a horse across the stable-floor.