They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I'd be your slave.
Nay, you'll be ashamed of me everyday of your life," he answered; "and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.
Honest people don't hide their deeds.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.