I often wish I were a man!" "By these lips, I am enchanted that your wish cannot be realised." "Fie, signor! And do you really love me ?" "With my whole heart!" "And I thee!" said the girl, with a candour that seemed innocent, as she suffered him to clasp her hand.
"But," she added, "thou wilt soon leave us; and I--" She stopped short, and the tears stood in her eyes.
There was something dangerous in this, it must be confessed.

Certainly Fillide had not the seraphic loveliness of Viola; but hers was a beauty that equally at least touched the senses.

Perhaps Glyndon had never really loved Viola; perhaps the feelings with which she had inspired him were not of that ardent character which deserves the name of love.
However that be, he thought, as he gazed on those dark eyes, that he had never loved before.
"And couldst thou not leave thy mountains ?" he whispered, as he drew yet nearer to her.
"Dost thou ask me ?" she said, retreating, and looking him steadfastly in the face.

"Dost thou know what we daughters of the mountains are?
You gay, smooth cavaliers of cities seldom mean what you speak.

With you, love is amusement; with us, it is life.