But don't try not to pity, to despise me.

You can't help it.

But, my God, I do love you!" She turned toward him with a glory in her eyes, and he caught her in his arms.
The old building was silent, and the shout of the newsboy was far away.
"Angel of sweet mercy," he said, still holding her in his arms, "let us leave this struggling place.

I know of an old house in Virginia--it is near the sea, and rest lies in the woods about it.

Let us live there, not to dream idly, but to work, to be a devoted man and his happy wife.