How different men were to women!

But Margaret was at an age when any apprehension, not absolutely based on a knowledge of facts, is easily banished for a time by a bright sunny day, or some happy outward circumstance. And when the brilliant fourteen fine days of October came on, her cares were all blown away as lightly as thistledown, and she thought of nothing but the glories of the forest.

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

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.

In all disappointments sympathy is a great balm.

. . . it seemed to me that where others had prayed before to their God, in their joy or in their agony, was of itself a sacred place.

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