And still, dearest Philothea, your heart speaks the same language.
"If you still love Paralus, I wonder you can be so quiet and cheerful," said Eudora.
Proclus was covered with confusion, but still seemed half incredulous.
His lines were gracefully full, his bearing had still the alertness of youth.
Is that brother of hers you told me about still makin' up to that party?