"I could die for you, Mr. Winthrop, if it were for your good; I do not ask for anything better than to be near you always in time and eternity."
"Since how long have you regarded me in this way, Medoline?"
"You remember that long night holding my hand, when I was at the worst of the fever? I saw everything clearly then. My spirit seemed to get away from the body, or very nearly so, and looked on things as it had never done before."
"Did you wonder after that why I left you so abruptly?"
"For a long time I thought you were still at Oaklands. Every day I used to hope you might come, or send me a message."
"You shall never be so left again till death separates us."
"If you cared for me then, why did you leave me?" I asked timidly.
"If I cared for you then, Medoline! Why don't you ask me when first I began to love you?"
"I did not think to ask."
"Do you remember that day in the autumn when you had the Mill Road people here?"