It seemed as though he gave way all at once; he was so languid that he could not control his thoughts; they would wander to her; they would bring back the scene,- not of his repulse and rejection the day before but the looks, the actions of the day before that. He went along the crowded streets mechanically, winding in and out among the people, but never seeing them, -almost sick with longing for that one half-hour-that one brief space of time when she clung to him, and her heart beat against his-to come once again.

I take it that 'gentleman' is a term that only describes a person in his relation to others; but when we speak of him as 'a man,' we consider him not merely with regard to his fellow-men, but in relation to himself,--to life--to time--to eternity.

He loved her, and would love her; and defy her, and this miserable bodily pain.

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

All the earth, though it were full of kind hearts, is but a desolation and desert place to a mother when her only child is absent.

. . . it seemed to me that where others had prayed before to their God, in their joy or in their agony, was of itself a sacred place.

Nevertheless, his moustachios are splendid.