I ever give a thought to another, you may well spare it, for those fancies are here and gone like a flash of lightning, while my love for you burns on steadily, and for ever, like the sun.


Arthur to Helen (Ch. XXVII : Misdemeanour) - The Tenant of Wildfell Hall (1848)


I ever give a thought to another, you may well spare it, for those fancies are here and gone like a flash of lightning, while my love for you burns...

I ever give a thought to another, you may well spare it, for those fancies are here and gone like a flash of lightning, while my love for you burns...

I ever give a thought to another, you may well spare it, for those fancies are here and gone like a flash of lightning, while my love for you burns...

I ever give a thought to another, you may well spare it, for those fancies are here and gone like a flash of lightning, while my love for you burns...