He is my first olive: let me make a face while I swallow it.

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

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

Margaret was not a ready lover, but where she loved she loved passionately, and with no small degree of jealousy.

Mrs Forrester ... sat in state, pretending not to know what cakes were sent up, though she knew, and we knew, and she knew that we knew, and we knew that she knew that we knew, she had been busy all the morning making tea-bread and sponge-cakes.

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.

It was her brother,' said Mr. Thornton to himself. 'I am glad.I may never see her again; but it is comfort-a relief-to know that much. I knew she could not be unmaidenly; and yet I yearned for conviction. Now I am glad!' It was a little golden thread running through the dark web of his present fortunes; which were growing ever gloomier and more gloomy.