Look how the grass is burned--and all the locusts are singing of the heat!" "It is beneath you to trifle so.

If this is all, it is poor and pale, and the sooner it dies, the better! Unity, I'm waiting for your _coup de grace_." "I'm tired," said Unity.

"You hurt me, and I'm tired." "I never heard you say that before.

Look at me! the tears are in your eyes." "Everybody cries over Eloisa to Abelard.
"O death all-eloquent! you only prove What dust we dote on, when't is man we love! "Where are you going ?" "Home first, then--I don't know where.

Good-bye." "Don't go." "I'm afraid the book in the lilac bush is spoiled.