"Nay, John, there is no need to be angry. Did she not rush down and cling to you to save you from danger?"
"She did!" said he. "But, mother," continued he, stopping short in his walk right in front of her. "I dare not hope. I never was faint-hearted before; but I cannot believe such a creature cares for me."

'John, there is no need to be angry. Did she not rush down, and cling to you to save you from danger?'
'She did! But, mother,' continued he, stopping in front of her, 'I dare not hope. I never was fainthearted before; but I cannot believe such a creature cares for me.'
