'My dear Miss Power, I will, without reserve, tell it to you all over again.' 'Pray spare yourself the effort,' she said drily.

'What has that one fatal step betrayed me into!...

Do you seriously mean to say that I am the cause of your life being coloured like this scene of grass and sand?
If so, I have committed a very great fault!' 'It can be nullified by a word.' 'Such a word!' 'It is a very short one.' 'There's a still shorter one more to the purpose.

Frankly, I believe you suspect me to have some latent and unowned inclination for you--that you think speaking is the only point upon which I am backward....

There now, it is raining; what shall we do?
I thought this wind meant rain.' 'Do?
Stand on here, as we are standing now.' 'Your sister and my aunt are gone under the wall.