Am I Hideous, Jane? Very, Sir: You

I Like To See Flowers Growing, But When They Are Gathered, They Cease To Please. I Look On Them As Things Rootless And Perishable; Their Likeness To Life Makes Me Sad. I Never Offer Flowers To Those I Love; I Never Wish To Receive Them From Hands Dear To Me.

Good-night, My-" He Stopped, Bit His Lip, And Abruptly Left Me.

Take My Love. One Day Share My Life. Be My Dearest, First On Earth.

I Don't Call You Handsome, Sir, Though I Love You Most Dearly: Far Too Dearly To Flatter You. Don't Flatter Me.

There Was No Possibility Of Taking A Walk That Day.