Do you not want to know who has taken it?" cried his wife impatiently.
What wild imaginations one forms where dear self is concerned! How sure to be mistaken!
It is wonderful, for almost all his actions may be traced to pride;-and pride has often been his best friend.
She wished such words unsaid with all her heart
How horrible it is to have so many people killed! And what a blessing that one cares for none of them!
Know your own happiness. You want nothing but patience- or give it a more fascinating name, call it hope.