Oh, I'm nothing, dear Mave--nothing at all to you.

I can't forget your words awhile ago--bekaise I knew what you meant at the time, when you said to Con, 'any earthly thing that I can do to give aise and comfort to your mind.

I am ready to do it.

If it would relieve you, forget that you ever saw me or ever knew me.' Now, Mave, I've confessed to you that I love Con Dalton--but I tell you not to trouble your heart by any thoughts of me; my mind's made up as to what I'll do--don't fear me, I'll never cross you here.

I'm a lonely creature," she proceeded, bursting into bitter tears; "I'm without friends and relations, or any one that cares at all about me--" "Don't say so," replied Mave, "I care about you, an' it's only now that people is beginning to know you--but that's not all, Sarah, if it's any consolation to you to know it--know it--Condy Dalton loves you--ay, loves you, Sarah M'Gowan--you may take my word for that--I am certain this day that what I say is true." "Loves me!" she exclaimed.
"Loves you," repeated Mave, "is the word, an I have said it." "I didn't suspect that when I spoke," she replied.
Each looked upon the other, and both as they stood were as pale as death itself.