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Neither Loss Of Father, Nor Loss Of Mother, Dear As She Was To Mr Thornton, Could Have Poisoned The Remembrance Of The Weeks, The Days, The Hours, When A Walk Of Two Miles, Every Step Of Which Was Pleasant, As It Brought Him Nearer And Nearer To Her, Took Him To Her Sweet Presence - Every Step Of Which Was Rich, As Each Recurring Moment That Bore Him Away From Her Made Him Recal Some Fresh Grace In Her Demeanour, Or Pleasant Pungency In Her Character.

Mrs Forrester ... Sat In State, Pretending Not To Know What Cakes Were Sent Up, Though She Knew, And We Knew, And She Knew That We Knew, And We Knew That She Knew That We Knew, She Had Been Busy All The Morning Making Tea-bread And Sponge-cakes.

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.

It Is Odd Enough To See How The Entrance Of A Person Of The Opposite Sex Into An Assemblage Of Either Men Or Women Calms Down The Little Discordances And The Disturbance Of Mood.

How Different Men Were To Women!