Gilbert, I'm afraid I'm scandalously in love with you.
Nobody can keep on being angry if she looks into the heart of a pansy for a little while.
let's not borrow trouble. The rate of interest is too high.
I'm not a bit changed - not really. I'm only just pruned down and branched out. The real me - back here - is just the same.
a few italics really do relieve your feelings.
I'm always sorry when pleasant things end. Something still pleasanter may come after, but you can never be sure.