R. D. Blackmore,
Lorna Doone — 63. John is worsted by the women
(1869)
“ John, you can love nobody, but your oat-ricks, and your hay-ricks.''Sister mine, because I rant not, neither rave of what I feel, can you be so shallow as to dream that I feel nothing? What is your love for Tom Faggus? What is your love for your baby (pretty darling as he is) to compare with such a love as for ever dwells with me? ”
