"We are alone here and can talk.

Don't you think--don't you think you could like me a little bit if you were to try?
I love you so, Kate, that I cannot help hoping that my love is not all lost." "All clear now, sir," shouted the constable once more.
"Don't mind him," said Tom, still detaining her on the little-island.
"Since I met you in Edinburgh, Kate, I have seemed to be walking in a dream.

Do what I will, go where I will, I still have you before my eyes and hear your sweet voice in my ears.

I don't believe any girl was ever loved more dearly than I love you, but I find it so hard to put into words the thoughts that I have in my mind.

For Heaven's sake, give me some little gleam of hope to carry away with me.