I felt myself to be desperate,—mad, like a wild woman. There I was, going round and round and round with the only man for whom I ever cared two straws. It seemed as though everything had been a dream since the old days. Ah! how well I remember the first time I danced with him . . . I thought that he was a god.

Anthony Trollope, from Can You Forgive Her?

'You should not have come to me at all,' she said. 'And why not? Who has a better right to come to you? Who has ever loved you as I have done?'

Anthony Trollope, from Can You Forgive Her?

He wanted to kiss her again as he had once kissed her, and to feel that she was soft, and lovely, and loving for him.

Anthony Trollope, from Can You Forgive Her?

How can I help loving him? Have I not loved him from the first,—before I had seen you?

Anthony Trollope, from Can You Forgive Her?

When she said that, I knew that she was still fond of me. I could have fallen at her feet that moment, only the room was full of people.

Anthony Trollope, from Can You Forgive Her?

What! take her money, when she would not give me herself!

Anthony Trollope, from Can You Forgive Her?

'If you have any feeling of honour in you, you will leave her.' 'I will never leave her, while she tells me that she loves me!'

Anthony Trollope, from Can You Forgive Her?

'And is this to be the end of everything?' He was standing close to her, but hitherto he had only touched her hand at greeting her. 'Give me your hand, Cora,' he said. 'No;—I will never give you my hand again . . . This is to be the end of everything,—of everything that is common to you and to me.'

Anthony Trollope, from Can You Forgive Me?

Then he gave the man half a sovereign, and went away, not looking at the little treasures which he had spent so much of his money in selecting for his love.

Anthony Trollope, from Can You Forgive Her?

Then he told me I was heartless;—and I acknowledged that I was heartless. 'I am heartless,' I said. 'Tell me something I don't know.'

Anthony Trollope, from Can You Forgive Her?

It was all very sweet, that dancing with her, as they used to dance, without any question as to the reason why it was so; that sudden falling into the old habits, as though everything between this night and the former nights had been a dream.

Anthony Trollope, from Can You Forgive Her?

It was past eleven before Lady Glencora arrived, and Burgo Fitzgerald had begun to think that his evil stars intended that he should never seen her again.

Anthony Trollope, from Can You Forgive Her?

She declared to herself, in the most passionate words she could use, that she loved this man with all her heart. She protested that the fault would not be hers, but theirs, who had forced her to marry the man she did not love.

Anthony Trollope, from Can You Forgive Her?