I'm Wearying To Escape Into That Glorious

I Understand That Most Ladies Tend To Prefer Lap Dogs.... Perhaps I Am An Exception.

I Will Walk Where My Own Nature Would Be Leading.

By This Curious Turn Of Disposition I Have Gained The Reputation Of Deliberate Heartlessness; How Undeserved, I Alone Can Appreciate.

He Had The Hypocrisy To Represent A Mourner: And Previous To Following With Hareton, He Lifted The Unfortunate Child On To The Table And Muttered, With Peculiar Gusto, 'now, My Bonny Lad, You Are Mine! And We'll See If One Tree Won't Grow As Crooked As Another, With The Same Wind To Twist It!

And From The Midst Of Cheerless Gloom I Passed To Bright Unclouded Day.