I think you will learn to be natural with me, as I find it impossible to be conventional with you

Little Jane's love would have been my best reward, without it, my heart is broken.

There's no use in weeping, Though we are condemned to part: There's such a thing as keeping, A remembrance in one's heart.

[O]ur honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine.

The practice of hinting by single letters those expletives with which profane and violent persons are wont to garnish their discourse, strikes me as a proceeding which, however, well meant, is weak and futile. I cannot tell what good it does - what feeling it spares - what horror it conceals.

Jane! will you hear reason?' (he stooped and approached his lips to my ear) 'because, if you won't, I'll try violence.

Am I hideous, Jane? Very, sir: you always were, you know.