But it would be a home for me.

And we have heard that one of us will have to leave.' A day or two after she said: 'I don't want to leave just yet, sir, if you don't wish it.

Sam and I have quarrelled.' He looked up at her.

He had hardly ever observed her before, though he had been frequently conscious of her soft presence in the room.

What a kitten-like, flexuous, tender creature she was! She was the only one of the servants with whom he came into immediate and continuous relation.
What should he do if Sophy were gone?
Sophy did not go, but one of the others did, and things went on quietly again.
When Mr.Twycott, the vicar, was ill, Sophy brought up his meals to him, and she had no sooner left the room one day than he heard a noise on the stairs.