"And you think that she'll still come round again?"
"I cannot say that I think so. No one can venture to say whether or not such wounds as hers may be cured. There are hearts and bodies so organized, that in them severe wounds are incurable, whereas in others no injury seems to be fatal. But I can say that if she be not cured it shall not be from want of perseverance on my part."
"Upon my word, Grey, I don't know how to thank you enough. I don't, indeed."
"It doesn't seem to me to be a case for thanking."

"And you think that she'll still come round again?"
"I do not know. No one can say whether such wounds as hers may be cured. But if she is not cured, it shall not be from lack of perseverance on my part."
"Upon my word, Grey, I don't know how to thank you enough. 