He Is My First Olive: Let Me

Oh, My Margaret--my Margaret! No One Can Tell What You Are To Me! Dead--cold As You Lie There You Are The Only Woman I Ever Loved! Oh, Margaret--margaret!

I Would Far Rather Have Two Or Three Lilies Of The Valley Gathered For Me By A Person I Like, Than The Most Expensive Bouquet That Could Be Bought!

Your Husband This Morning! Mine Tonight! What Do You Take Him For?' 'a Man' Smiled Cynthia. 'and Therefore, If You Won't Let Me Call Him Changeable, I'll Coin A Word And Call Him Consolable.

Miss Jenkyns Wore A Cravat, And A Little Bonnet Like A Jockey-cap, And Altogether Had The Appearance Of A Strong-minded Woman; Although She Would Have Despised The Modern Idea Of Women Being Equal To Men. Equal, Indeed! She Knew They Were Superior.

Yes! He Knew How She Would Love. He Had Not Loved Her Without Gaining That Instinctive Knowledge Of What Capabilities Were In Her. Her Soul Would Walk In Glorious Sunlight If Any Man Was Worthy, By His Power Of Loving, To Win Back Her Love.