"Never let them talk you out of your own true, honest, hearty feelings," she had said.

"Greshamsbury is a very nice place, I am sure; and I hope I shall see it some day; but all its green knolls are not half so nice, should not be half so precious, as the pulses of your own heart.

That is your own estate, your own, your very own--your own and another's; whatever may go to the money-lenders, don't send that there.

Don't mortgage that, Mr Gresham." "No," said Frank, pluckily, as he put his horse into a faster trot, "I won't mortgage that.

They may do what they like with the estate; but my heart's my own," and so speaking to himself, almost aloud, he turned a corner of the road rapidly and came at once upon the doctor.
"Hallo, doctor! is that you ?" said Frank, rather disgusted.
"What! Frank! I hardly expected to meet you here," said Dr Thorne, not much better pleased.
They were now not above a mile from Boxall Hill, and the doctor, therefore, could not but surmise whither Frank was going.