Nothing like the act of eating for equalizing men. Dying is nothing to it.

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

But Mr. Hale resolved that he would not be disturbed by any such nonsensical idea; so he lay awake, determining not to think about it.

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

Were all men equal to-night, some would get the start by rising an hour earlier to-morrow.

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.

I wanted to see the place where Margaret grew to what she is, even at the worst time of all, when I had no hope of ever calling her mine.