She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows, and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.

It has been remarked (by a lady infinitely cleverer than the present author) how kindly disposed the world in general feels to young people who either die or marry.

This is a very grave matter, punishable by...well, I do not exactly know what, but something rather severe, I should imagine.

It has been remarked (by a lady infinitely cleverer than the present author) how kindly disposed the world in general feels to young people who either die or marry. Imagine then the interest that surrounded Miss Wintertowne! No young lady ever had such advantages before: for she died upon the Tuesday, was raised to life in the early hours of Wednesday morning, and was married upon the Thursday; which some people thought too much excitement for one week.

He gave her his heart. She took it and placed it quietly in the pocket of her gown. No one observed what she did.

To be more precise it was the color of heartache.

Mr. Robinson was a polished sort of person. He was so clean and healthy and pleased about everything that he positively shone - which is only to be expected in a fairy or an angel, but is somewhat disconcerting in an attorney.