Hope ever.

I would give up a good deal for you.

Good-bye!' This brought Somerset some cheerfulness and a good deal of gloom.

He silently reproached her, who was apparently so independent, for lacking independence in such a vital matter.

Perhaps it was mere sex, perhaps it was peculiar to a few, that her independence and courage, like Cleopatra's, failed her occasionally at the last moment.
One curious impression which had often haunted him now returned with redoubled force.