George MacDonald,
Adela Cathcart, Volume 3
“ Adela, I love you dreadfully.""I'm so glad."She gave a sigh as of relief."Why?""Because I wished you would. But I don't deserve it. A great clever man like you love a useless girl like me! I am so glad!""But your papa?""I'm so happy, I can't think about him steadily just yet.""Adela, I love you—so dearly! Only I am too old for you.""Old! how old are you?""Nearly thirty.""And I'm only one-and-twenty. You're worth one and a half of me—yes twenty of me."And so their lips played with the ripples of love, while their hearts were heaving with the ground swell of its tempest. ”
