Love never dies.

“Oh, Cathy! Oh, my life! how can I bear it?" was the first sentence he uttered, …”

“He was, and is yet, most likely, the wearisomest, self-righteous pharisee that …”

“I will walk where my own nature would be leading.”

“I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering amon…”