But I was right. I think that must be an hereditary quality, for my father says he is scarcely ever wrong.

I know you despise me; allow me to say, it is because you don't understand me.

I don't believe there's a man in Milton who knows how to sit still; and it is a great art.

Mr. Thorton love Margaret! Why, Margraret would never think of him, I'm sure! Such a thing has never entered her head." "Entering her heart would do.

If you dare to injure her in the least, I will await you where no policeman can step in between. And God shall judge between us two.

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.

A little credulity helps one on through life very smoothly.