I do love you very much, and it would kill me to lose you now.

Promise that when you find, as you will, how bad I am, you will not hate me!" It was an attempt at confession, but the doctor did not so construe it.
Poor 'Lina.

It is not often we have seen her thus--gentle, softened, womanly; so we will make the most of it, and remember it in the future.
The bright sunlight of the next morning was very exhilarating, and though the doctor, who had risen early, was disappointed in Spring Bank, he was not at all suspicious, and greeted his bride-elect kindly, noticing, while he did so, how her cheeks alternately paled, and then grew red, while she seemed to be chilly and cold.

'Lina had passed a wretched night, tossing from side to side, bathing her throbbing head and rubbing her aching limbs.

The severe cold taken in the wet yard was making itself visible, and she came to the breakfast table jaded, wretched and sick, a striking contrast to Alice Johnson, who seemed to the doctor more beautiful than ever.