She passed the turning which led to it, and thought of Henry, so near, yet so unconscious...

“[Mrs. Allen was] never satisfied with the day unless she spent the chief of it …”

“I might as well enquire,” replied she, “why with so evident a design of offendi…”

“I could not be happy with a man whose taste did not in every point coincide wit…”

“And here is my sweet little Annamaria,’ she added, tenderly caressing a little …”