“He is anxious and miserable. I fear I shall have to see him.”
“If you fear it, you certainly ought not to see him.”
“He says he is coming to Woodsome. Yanna, why did you never tell me about this wonderful brother of yours?”
“I have not seen him since I was a little girl. I did not expect ever to see him again. His coming was a perfect surprise.”
“He is strikingly handsome.”
“He is not handsome at all, Rose.”
“He is handsome. I have never seen any one more handsome. He is like an antique man.”
“Quite the contrary, he is the very incarnation of the New World. His loose garments, his easy swing, his air of liberty, all speak of the vast unplanted plains beyond civilization.”
“Pshaw! I look deeper than you do. He is a man that could love a woman unto death. Is that not antique? He has a heart that would never fail her in any hour. You might tell him a secret, and know that fire could not burn it out of him. If you were at death’s door, he would die for you. I have a great mind to fall in love with him.”