He had been doing good in secret, while I imagined him forgetful of the sacred legacy, left by Christ to the rich.

I had wronged him in thought, and I told him so.
"You asked me of what I was thinking," I said, "and you draw my thoughts from me as by magic.

I have not told you all.

_I_ do not sigh for other society; but I fear you will become weary of mine." "Do we ever weary of moonlight, or the sweet, fresh air of heaven?
No, Gabriella; remain just as you are, ingenuous, confiding, and true, and I desire no other companionship.

You so entirely fill my heart, there is no room for more.