Wait," as Gretchen turned it about helplessly.
"I will open it for you." Click! Gretchen sighed deeply.

To have had a mother so fair and pretty! She hadn't an idea how her own mother had looked; indeed, being sensible and not given much to conjuring, she had rarely bothered her head about it.
Still, as she gazed at this portrait, the sense of her isolation and loneliness drew down upon her, and she in her turn sought the flowers and saw them not.

After a while she closed the locket and returned it.
"So you love music ?" picking up the safer thread.
"Ah, yes, Highness." "Do you ever go to the opera ?" "As often as I can afford.

I am very poor." "I will give you a ticket for the season.

How can I reward you for bringing this message?
Don't have any false pride.