Speaking His Deep Emotions — 155
“My dear Ellen,” said Mr. Softfellow to a young lady whose smiles he was seeking, “I have long wished for this sweet opportunity, but I hardly dare trust myself now to speak the deep emotions of my palpitating heart; but I declare to you, my dearest Ellen, that I love you most tenderly; your smiles would shed—would shed——” “Never mind the wood-shed,” said Ellen, “go on with that pretty talk.”