Break their hearts my pride and hope, break their hearts and have no mercy. -Miss Havisham

"Well, well!" said my aunt. "I only ask. I don't depreciate her. Poor little couple! And so you think you were formed for one another, and are to go through a party-supper-table kind of life, like two pretty pieces of confectionery, do you, Trot?"

Them which is of other naturs thinks different.

Moths, and all sorts of ugly creatures, hover about a lighted candle. Can the candle help it?

Mr. Bazzard's father, being a Norfolk farmer, would have furiously laid about him with a flail, a pitch-fork, and every agricultural implement available for assaulting purposes, on the slightest hint of his son's having written a play.

Veels vithin veels, a prison in a prison.

Can you suppose there's any harm in looking as cheerful and being as cheerful as our poor circumstances will permit?