As to the thoughts, they are elfish. Those eyes in the Evening Star you must have seen in a dream.

Whatever my powers--feminine or the contrary--God had given them, and I felt resolute to be ashamed of no faculty of his bestowal.

It is one of my faults, that though my tongue is sometimes prompt enough at an answer, there are times when it sadly fails me in framing an excuse; and always the lapse occurs at some crisis, when a facile word or plausible pretext is specially wanted to get me out of painful embarrassment.

Friends always forget those whom fortune forsakes.

I scorn your idea of love,' I could not help saying, as I rose up and stood before him, leaning my back against the rock. 'I scorn the counterfeit sentiment you offer: yes, St. John, and I scorn you when you offer it.

I believe while I tremble; I trust while I weep.

As to the thoughts, they are elfish. Those eyes in the Evening Star you must have seen in a dream.