She chose yours.

Live up to her thought of you, if you can." Burr dropped his cousin's hand, and surveyed him with that impatient wonder which he always felt when he used his favorite symbolic speech.

"There's no question of my living up to the thought of any woman's but my wife's," he said, bitterly, and turned away.
"There's no knowing to what stature even a Dorothy Fair may raise a man in her mind.

You may not be able to grow to that." "It is all I shall attempt." Then Lot spoke again, in that short-breathed voice of his, straining between the syllables.

"Be sure--that you do--what--you will not--regret.