One suffocates." "Gregory is going to make many alterations," said Em; and drawing nearer to the grey dressing-gown respectfully.

"Do you like him, Lyndall?
Is he not handsome ?" "He must have been a fine baby," said Lyndall, looking at the white dimity curtain that hung above the window.
Em was puzzled.
"There are some men," said Lyndall, "whom you never can believe were babies at all; and others you never see without thinking how very nice they must have looked when they wore socks and pink sashes." Em remained silent; then she said with a little dignity, "When you know him you will love him as I do.

When I compare other people with him, they seem so weak and little.

Our hearts are so cold, our loves are mixed up with so many other things.

But he--no one is worthy of his love.