'It's "all for love or the world well lost," with me.

Let them go to--where they belong, to speak politely.
But if you saw how they abuse me, Helen, you would love me all the more for having ventured so much for your sake.' He pulled out his crumpled letters.

I thought he was going to show them to me, and told him I did not wish to see them.
'I'm not going to show them to you, love,' said he.

'They're hardly fit for a lady's eyes--the most part of them.

But look here.