Richard Marsh, The Crime and the Criminal
“ Loving is such sweet pain. I learned it then!And hardly had I loosed her, than some one came upon us. It was Sir Haselton Jardine. I saw his well-regulated eyelids suffered to open to enable him to shoot one of his swift glances. I saw his lips wrinkled by his imitation of a smile. And he said--"I hope I do not interrupt you. I am but now arrived from town."Dora, all rosy red, ran into his arms."Father!" she cried."My dear!" Then to me, "How are you, Townsend? I said I thought it possible that you might have something to say to me before you went away." ”
