I soon forgot storm in music.

“Yes Mrs Reed, to you i owe some fearful pangs of mental suffering, but i ought …”

“I returned to my book—Bewick’s History of British Birds: the letterpress thereo…”

“I know what it is to live entirely for and with what I love best on earth. I ho…”

“You — you strange — you almost unearthly thing! — I love as my own flesh. You —…”