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

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

He had not an ounce of superfluous flesh on his bones, and leanness goes a great way towards gentility.

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

Take care. -If you do not speak- I shall claim you as my own in some presumptuous way. -Send me away at once, if I must go; -Margaret!-

Margaret found that the indifferent, careless conversations of one who, however kind, was not too warm and anxious a sympathizer, did her good.

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