It's a curious, wanting thing.

“With every step I took away from her, the movement at my heart and between my l…”

“Your heart—as you call it—and hers are alike, after all: they are like mine, li…”

“She sang that night like - I cannot say like an angel, for her songs were all o…”

“Oh, for shame! Nancy, have you never seen Florrie's face in a chrysanthemum, or…”