"But your mind, Caroline--your mind is crushed. Your heart is almost broken; you have been so neglected, so repulsed, left so desolate."
"I believe grief is, and always has been, my worst ailment. I sometimes think if an abundant gush of happiness came on me I could revive yet."
"Do you wish to live?"
"I have no object in life."
"You love me, Caroline?"
"Very much--very truly--inexpressibly sometimes. Just now I feel as if I could almost grow to your heart."
"I will return directly, dear," remarked Mrs. Pryor, as she laid Caroline down.

"But your heart is almost broken, Caroline; you have been so neglected, so repulsed, left so desolate."
"I believe grief has been my worst ailment. I sometimes think if happiness came to me I could revive yet."
"Do you wish to live?"
"I have no object in life."
"You love me, Caroline?"
"Very much - very truly."
"I will return directly, dear," remarked Mrs. Pryor.
