Maud Howe,
A Newport Aquarelle
(1883)
“ Shall it not be to-day that all the demons of pride and worldliness which have kept us so long apart shall be utterly routed? Come, give me your hand like a brave girl, and tell me that you will be my wife before sundown." "Cid, are you crazy?" "A little, perhaps; but how sweet a madness, is it not? Better than the sanity which I have so long known. Come, give me your hand; that means yes?" "O Cid, how can you? It's wicked. Think of them all,—think of—that man." "That is just what I won't think of. Gladys, I am in very deep earnest, much more so than you can guess. ”
