How was it that he haunted her imagination so persistently? What could it be? Why did she care for what he thought, in spite of all her pride in spite of herself? She believed that she could have borne the sense of Almighty displeasure, because He knew all, and could read her penitence, and hear her cries for help in time to come. But Mr.Thornton-why did she tremble, and hide her face in the pillow? What strong feeling had overtaking her at last?

A little credulity helps one on through life very smoothly.

Anticipation was the soul of enjoyment.

A wise parent humors the desire for independent action, so as to become the friend and advisor when his absolute rule shall cease.

How easy it is to judge rightly after one sees what evil comes from judging wrongly!

Oh yes!' and suddenly the wintry frost-bound look of care had left Mr. Thornton's face, as if some soft summer gale had blown all anxiety away from his mind; and, though his mouth was as much compressed as before, his eyes smiled out benignly on his questioner.

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