I'm afraid I can't get it off.
She should keep some of the bread, and eat it in the early morning." He spoke quite quietly, like a man who is arranging the details of a picnic.

A sudden glow of admiration for this quietly consistent man warmed her impulsive heart.
"How unselfish you are!" she cried.

"I never saw any one like you.
Talk about saints! There you stand in the very presence of death, and you think only of us." "I want to say a last word to you, Sadie, if you don't mind.

I should die so much happier.

I have often wanted to speak to you, but I thought that perhaps you would laugh, for you never took anything very seriously, did you?
That was quite natural of course with your high spirits, but still it was very serious to me.