She thought in would be awkward for both to be brought into conscious collision; and fancied that, from her being on a low seat at first, and now standing behind her father, he had overlooked her in his haste. As if he did not feel the consciousness of her presence all over, though his eyes had never rested on her!

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

I dare say there's many a woman makes as sad a mistake as I have done, and only finds it out too late.

Wearily she went to bed, wearily she arose in four or five hours' time. But with the morning came hope, and a brighter view of things.

A great matter calls her son with terms like deal, and love.

But with the increase of serious and just ground of complaint, a new kind of patience had sprung up in her Mother's mind. She was gentle and quiet in intense bodily suffering, almost in proportion as she had been restless and depressed when there had been no real cause for grief.

It seems strange to think, that what gives us most hope for the future should be called Dolores, said Margaret.