The French girls would tell you, to believe that you were pretty would make you so.

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

Anticipation was the soul of enjoyment.

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

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

Margaret the Churchwoman, her father the Dissenter, Higgins the Infidel, knelt down together. It did them no harm.

As she realized what might have been, she grew to be thankful for what was.