Similarity of opinion is not always—I think not often—needed for fullness and perfection of love.

He shook hands with Margaret. He knew it was the first time their hands had met, though she was perfectly unconscious of the fact.

How am I to dress up in my finery, and go off and away to smart parties, after the sorrow I have seen today?

But the trees were gorgeous in their autumnal leafiness - the warm odours of flowers and herb came sweet upon the sense.

I am the mother that bore you, and your sorrow is my agony; and if you don't hate her, i do' Then, mother, you make me love her more. She is unjustly treated by you, and I must make the balance even.

Mr Thornton would rather have heard that she was suffering the natural sorrow. In the first place, there was selfishness enough in him to have taken pleasure in the idea that his great love might come in to comfort and console her; much the same kind of strange passionate pleasure which comes stinging through a mother's heart, when her drooping infant nestles close to her, and is dependent upon her for everything.

Oh, I can't describe my home. It is home, and I can't put its charm into words