It is, as Mr. Rokesmith says, a matter of feeling, but Lor how many matters ARE matters of feeling!

I never had one hour's happiness in her society, and yet my mind all round the four-and-twenty hours was harping on the happiness of having her with me unto death.

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.

There is prodigious strength in sorrow and despair.

Polly put the kettle on, we'll all have tea.

"It's an old habit of mine, Wal'r," said the Captain, "any time these fifty year. When you see Ned Cuttle bite his nails, Wal'r, then you may know that Ned Cuttle's aground."

Please, sir, I want some more.