He came up straight to her father, whose hands he took and wrung without a word - holding them in his for a minute or two, during which time his face, his eyes, his look, told of more sympathy than could be put into words.

One word more. You look as if you thought it tainted you to be loved by me. You cannot avoid it. Nay, I, if I would, cannot cleanse you from it. But I would not, if I could. I have never loved any woman before: my life has been too busy, my thoughts too much absorbed with other things. Now I love, and will love. But do not be afraid of too much expression on my part.

She had a fierce pleasure in the idea of telling Margaret unwelcome truths, in the shape of performance of duty.

His laws once broken, His justice and the very nature of those laws bring the immutable retribution; but if we turn penitently to Him, He enables us to bear our punishment with a meek and docile heart, ‘for His mercy endureth forever.

He loved her, and would love her; and defy her, and this miserable bodily pain.

It is bad to believe you in error. It would be infinitely worse to have known you a hypocrite.

But I was right. I think that must be an hereditary quality, for my father says he is scarcely ever wrong.