Waiting Is Far More Difficult Than Doing.

Oh Dear! A Drunken Infidel Weaver! Said Mr. Hale To Himself.

I Am The Mother That Bore You, And Your Sorrow Is My Agony; And If You Don't Hate Her, I Do' Then, Mother, You Make Me Love Her More. She Is Unjustly Treated By You, And I Must Make The Balance Even.

If They Came Sorrowing, And Wanting Sympathy In A Complicated Trouble Like The Present, Then They Would Be Felt As A Shadow In All These Houses Of Intimate Acquaintances, Not Friends

He Almost Said To Himself That He Did Not Like Her, Before Their Conversation Ended; He Tried So Hard To Compensate Himself For The Mortified Feeling, That While He Looked Upon Her With An Admiration He Could Not Repress, She Looked At Him With Proud Indifference, Taking Him, He Thought, For What, In His Irritation, He Told Himself - Was A Great Fellow, With Not A Grace Or A Refinement About Him.

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