R. D. Blackmore,
Erema; Or, My Father's Sin
“ Whenever I have thought of dear Uncle Sam, I very often go on to think of you, because he is so fond of you.” “But not for my own sake, Erema; you never think of me for my own sake.” “But yes, I do, I assure you, Mr. Firm; I do greatly. There is scarcely a day that I do not remember how hungry you are, and I think of you.” “Tush!” replied Firm, with a lofty gaze. “Even for a moment that does not in any way express my meaning. My mind is very much above all eating when it dwells upon you, Erema. I have always been fond of you, Erema.” ”
