"No, but I could write; and I began to try and save up my money to pay him."

"He seemed to think you were fully engaged to him, and that these letters were the only proof he had. I think he loves you in his way."

“Mr. Thornton. You know he had seen me close to the station; we had bowed to each other.”

"I can't help thinking it was a pity that Cynthia did not tell them of her engagement."

Mr. Henry Lennox added a new and not disagreeable element to the course of the household life by his frequent presence.

"If that's all!" said Miss Browning, drawing herself up, "I can do that; and, perhaps, better than a woman who has a husband to please."

“Oh! he is not very ill, or he would not think of Spain.”

“That’s the bonnet I got her!” said Edith, triumphantly. “I knew it would suit her the moment I saw it.”

He sate down by her patiently, when he saw her agitation, and took her hand in a kind, friendly manner.

“You call them ‘experiments’ I notice,” said Mr. Colthurst, with a delicate increase of respect in his manner.

She looked at him with the air of a person expecting an answer, and expecting a truthful answer.

“Not good enough! Don’t mock my own deep feeling of unworthiness.”

Cynthia lifted her bowed-down head, and looked at him.

She laid her hand on the hot damp skin of the horse's shoulder; the man started.

"Indeed! I should not have fancied he had liked the engagement so much."

"I don't know. I don't know what Frenchwomen are like. People say Cynthia is French."

"You have the happy gift of making people love you. Remember Mr. Preston,—he too wouldn't give up hope."

"I am not going to thank you, Molly, or to tell you how I love you."

"Leave it to those to whom it is necessary. I dislike planning marriages or looking forward to deaths about equally."

"I shall never try, father. Don't let us talk any more about it. As I said before, it's too late."