I Am Not Your Dear; I Cannot

There Is No Happiness Like That Of Being Loved By Your Fellow Creatures, And Feeling That Your Presence Is An Addition To Their Comfort.

I Think You Will Learn To Be Natural With Me, As I Find It Impossible To Be Conventional With You

Poverty, For Me, Is Synonymous With Degradation.

You Transfix Me Quite.

I Knew, You Would Do Me Good, In Some Way, At Some Time;- I Saw It In Your Eyes When I First Beheld You: Their Expression And Smile Did Not- (again He Stopped)- Did Not (he Proceeded Hastily) Strike Delight To My Very Inmost Heart So For Nothing.