How good you are to give me the sweet privilege." "How thankful should I be, Dorothy.

I have never known you till this night.

I am unworthy--" "Not another word of that sort, John," she interrupted, covering his mouth with her hand.
They stood for a long time talking a deal of celestial nonsense which I shall not give you.

I fear I have already given you too much of what John and Dorothy did and said in this very sentimental interview.

But in no other way can I so well make you to know the persons of whom I write.