Let us use our eyes, my fair friends, to conquer, not to cry.
Be it enough to say, that when I went back to Browndown, Lucilla went with me.
I now observed her, for the first time, to be jealous of the eyes of us happy people who could see.

The instant she entered, she insisted on being near enough to the bed, to hear us, or to touch us, as we waited on the injured man.

This was at once followed by her taking the place occupied by Mrs.Gootheridge at the bed-head, and herself bathing Oscar's face and forehead.

She was even jealous of _me,_ when she discovered that I was moistening the bandages on the wound.

I irritated her into boldly kissing the poor insensible face in our presence! The landlady of the Cross Hands was one of my sort: she took cheerful views of things.