I was glad of it: I never liked long walks, especially on chilly afternoons: dreadful to me was the coming home in the raw twilight, with nipped fingers and toes, and a heart saddened by the chidings of Bessie, the nurse, and humbled by the consciousness of my physical inferiority to Eliza, John, and Georgiana Reed.

I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will.

I can but die... and I believe in God. Let me try and wait His will in silence.

Do you like him much?' I told you I liked him a little. Where is the use of caring for him so very much: he is full of faults.' Is he?' All boys are.

To talk to each other is but a more animated and an audible thinking.

Spring drew on... and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that hope traversed them at night and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.

I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.