I have dreamed of it by night and by day.

You know all, and I know all, and I long to hear from your lips the words that will break down all barriers between us." She had been carried away by the mad onrush of her passion.
She was the iron, the seed, the cloud, and the rain, and she spoke because she could not help it.
"I will speak, Dorothy, God help me! God help me, I will speak!" said John, as he caught the girl to his breast in a fierce embrace.

"I love you, I love you! God Himself only knows how deeply, how passionately! I do not know.

I cannot fathom its depths.

With all my heart and soul, with every drop of blood that pulses through my veins, I love you--I adore you.
Give me your lips, my beauty, my Aphrodite, my queen!" "There--they--are, John,--there they are.