The Lord help us!' he soliloquised in an undertone of peevish displeasure, while relieving me of my horse: looking, meantime, in my face so sourly that I charitably conjectured he must have need of divine aid to digest his dinner, and his pious ejaculation had no reference to my unexpected advent.

Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.

They forgot everything the minute they were together again.

It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.

If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.

No coward soul is mine.

A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.