Henry C. Rowland,
Auld Jeremiah — Chapter X
(1913)
“ This appeal was too much for Joshua. He gathered her in his arms again, and the sacred rites were repeated with a frenzy by no means characteristic of coldness. Then, holding her closely to him, he spoke manfully what was in his mind, while Ailsa listened, sobbing the harder for the fact that she knew in her heart there was no appeal. “Listen to me, my own darling,” he said. “I love you with every drop of blood in my body, and every fiber in my heart. But because I love you so much I am not going to let you throw yourself away on a wretched sign painter. ”
