You have enough depending on you; I have but her." "Enough! why, I have only Louis Philippe.

I could provide for a dozen girls." "Well, well, well, we will not talk about that." "Ah! but, Thorne, you have told me of this girl now, and I cannot but talk of her.

If you wished to keep the matter dark, you should have said nothing about it.

She is my niece as much as yours.

And, Thorne, I loved my sister Mary quite as well as you loved your brother; quite as well." Any one who might now have heard and seen the contractor would have hardly thought him to be the same man who, a few hours before, was urging that the Barchester physician should be put under the pump.
"You have your son, Scatcherd.