"It makes all the difference under Heaven! Would you like to love me,
Blossom?"
"I oughtn't to let myself think of it, and I don't when I can help it."
"But can you help it? Tell me, can you help it?"
Turning away from him, she cast a startled glance under the willows in the direction of the house.
"I must be going back. They will miss me."
"Don't you think I shall miss you, Beauty?"
"I don't know. I haven't thought."
"If you knew how miserable I'll be after you have left me, you'd kiss me once before you go."
"Don't ask me, I can't—I really can't, Mr. Jonathan."
"Hang Mr. Jonathan and all that appertains to him! What's to become of me, condemned to this solitude, if you refuse to become kind to me? By Jove, if it wasn't for my mother, I'd ask you to marry me!"