You cannot think what your words mean to me, or you would not speak them." "Will you not, for my sake, if not for your own, exert yourself?
Will you not think of my happiness a little?
The thought of marrying that man is madness." "Miss Forrest," I cried, "you must think I have lost all manhood, all self-respect, when you hear what I say; but the only thing that could make me think of trying to do what is ten thousand times my duty to do, is that you will give me some hope that, if I should succeed, you will be the wife of such a poor thing as I am." She looked at me intently.

She was very pale, and her eyes shone like stars.

Beautiful she looked beyond compare, and so grand, so noble.

She was tied down to no conventionalities; whither her pure true heart led her, she followed.
"If you succeed," she said, "I will be your wife." "But not simply from a feeling of pity ?" I cried.

"I could not let you do that.