But The Future Must Be Met, However

I Know You Despise Me; Allow Me To Say, It Is Because You Don't Understand Me.

Oh Yes!' And Suddenly The Wintry Frost-bound Look Of Care Had Left Mr. Thornton's Face, As If Some Soft Summer Gale Had Blown All Anxiety Away From His Mind; And, Though His Mouth Was As Much Compressed As Before, His Eyes Smiled Out Benignly On His Questioner.

I Dare Say There's Many A Woman Makes As Sad A Mistake As I Have Done, And Only Finds It Out Too Late.

There Is Nothing Like Wounded Affection For Giving Poignancy To Anger.

She Never Called Her Son By Any Name But John; 'love' And 'dear', And Such Like Terms, Were Reserved For Fanny.