“Then Jem said hush a minute. I thought he was thinkin‘—he always wants you to hush so he can think.”

“Hush," he murmured. "There now. Hush." He traced his finger along her jaw. "That is a sweet thought," he whispered. "Except, my lady, I cannot die.”

“Hush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I'll stay. If he shot me so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips.”

“Hush," he said. "I am asking you to marry me. Would you be convinced if I knelt down?”

“Are — you — insane?” said Hermione in a hushed voice.'I don't think so,' said Harry, shrugging.”

“But one thing I beg of you, look on me as your friend; and if you want some help, advice, or simply want to open your heart to someone- not now, but when things are clearer in your heart- think of me.' He took her hand and kissed it. 'I shall be happy, if I am able...' Pierre was confused.'Don't speak to me like that; I'm not worth it!' cried Natasha...'Hush, hush your whole life lies before you,' he said to her.'Before me! No! All is over for me,' she said, with shame and humiliation.'All over?' he repeated. 'If I were not myself, but the handsomest, cleverest, best man in the world, and if I were free I would be on my knees this minute to beg for your hand and your love.”