I Daresay It Seems Foolish; Perhaps All

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

She Freshens Me Up Above A Bit. Who'd Ha Thought That Face - As Bright And As Strong As The Angel I Dream Of - Could Have Known The Sorrow She Speaks On? I Wonder How She'll Sin. All On Us Must Sing.

Again, Stepping Nearer, He Besought Her With Another Tremulous Eager Call Upon Her Name. 'margaret!' Still Lower Went The Head; More Closely Hidden Was The Face, Almost Resting On The Table Before Her. He Came Close To Her. He Knelt By Her Side, To Bring His Face To A Level With Her Ear; And Whispered-panted Out The Words: — 'take Care. — If You Do Not Speak — I Shall Claim You As My Own In Some Strange Presumptuous Way.

He Came Up Straight To Her Father, Whose Hands He Took And Wrung Without A Word - Holding Them In His For A Minute Or Two, During Which Time His Face, His Eyes, His Look, Told Of More Sympathy Than Could Be Put Into Words.

People May Flatter Themselves Just As Much By Thinking That Their Faults Are Always Present To Other People's Minds, As If They Believe That The World Is Always Contemplating Their Individual Charms And Virtues.