What shall you do?
Get up and not sit whining at my feet like a puppy.

Find Lily, of course, and if she will stoop to listen a second time to your suit, make her your wife, working to support her until your hands are blistered, if need be." Anna hardly knew herself in this phase of her character, and her brother certainly did not.
"Don't be hard on me, Anna," he said, looking at her in a kind of dogged, uncertain way.

"I'll do what you say, only don't be hard.

It's come so sudden, that my head is like a whirlpool.

Lily, Willie, Willie.
The child I saw, you mean--yes, the child--I--saw--did it say he--was--my--boy ?" The words were thick and far apart.