Oh, I am not going to die, am I? He will not separate us, we have been so happy.

What delusion has come over me? What sweet madness has seized me?

Something of vengeance I had tasted for the first time; as aromatic wine it seemed, on swallowing, warm and racy: its after-flavour, metallic and corroding, gave me a sensation as if I had been poisoned.

If all the world hated you, and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved you, and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends.

Of late years an abundant shower of curates has fallen upon the North of England.

Even for me life had its gleams of sunshine.

I have for the first time found what I can truly love- I have found you. You are my sympathy-my better self-my good angel-I am bound to you with a strong attachment.