And don't put your arms round my neck, beautiful as they are, quite so close.

You will spoil my lace, darling.
You must just wear and keep the pearls for the love of me.

Mamma sanctions the gift, so you need have no scruples about accepting them.
Remember, now, we must have no more _diamonds_, not one, though of the purest water and sparkling in heaven's own setting." What could I say, in answer to such abounding kindness?
In spite of her prohibition the diamonds would mingle with the pearls; but the sunbeams shone on them both.
What a day had this been to me! It seemed as if I had lived years in the short space of a few hours.

I had never felt so utterly miserable, not even over my mother's new made grave.

I had never felt so supremely happy,--so buoyant with hope and joy.