No one loves me, - no one cares for me, but you, mother.

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

That kind of patriotism which consists in hating all other nations.

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.

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.

Take care. -If you do not speak- I shall claim you as my own in some presumptuous way. -Send me away at once, if I must go; -Margaret!-