We went our several ways," said Lady Dedlock, "and had little in common even before we agreed to differ. It is to be regretted, I suppose, but it could not be helped.

The night was dark, and a cold wind blew, driving the clouds, furiously and fast, before it. There was one black, gloomy mass that seemed to follow him: not hurrying in the wild chase with the others, but lingering sullenly behind, and gliding darkly and stealthily on. He often looked back at this, and, more than once, stopped to let it pass over; but, somehow, when he went forward again, it was still behind him, coming mournfully and slowly up, like a shadowy funeral train.

Remembrance, like a candle, burns brightest at Christmastime.

The ocean asks for nothing but those who stand by her shores gradually attune themselves to her rhythm.

Affery, like greater people, had always been right in her facts, and always wrong in the theories she deduced from them.

Give me a moment, because I like to cry for joy. It's so delicious, John dear, to cry for joy.

In particular, there was a butler in a blue coat and bright buttons, who gave quite a winey flavour to the table beer; he poured it out so superbly.