Amid the worry of a self- condemnatory soliloquy, his demeanour seemed grave, perhaps cold, both to me and his mother. And yet there was no bad feeling, no malice, no rancour, no littleness in his countenance, beautiful with a man's best beauty, even in its depression. When I placed his chair at the table, which I hastened to do, anticipating the servant, and when I handed him his tea, which I did with trembling care, he said: "Thank you, Lucy," in as kindly a tone of his full pleasant voice as ever my ear welcomed.

Well had Solomon said,'Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.

Misery generates hate.

The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.

The word book acted as a transient stimulus

I can be on guard against my enemies, but God deliver me from my friends!

He turned away; he threw himself on his face on the sofa. 'Oh, Jane! my hope - my love - my life!' broke in anguish from his lips.