She was saying in a thick, soft voice, "It was wrong of you, my darling."
You don't know, darling, the wickedness of that villainous baggage.
All the regret I shall have, if I die, my darling, will be to have no child from you.
Go, my darling; call upon the notary, and tell him to be quick about you know what.
She said, 'Do what you like, darling, but don't worry me about ...