My sisters had done their best to stop it, and had failed.

I had no choice but to appear on the scene--to begin, perhaps, by boxing her ears: to end, certainly, by filling her pockets.
My absence at this time was something more than an annoyance--it was a downright grief to my blind Lucilla.

On the morning of my departure, she clung to me as if she was determined not to let me go.
"What shall I do without you ?" she said.

"It is hard, in these dreary days, to lose the comfort of hearing your voice.

I shall feel all my security gone, when I feel you no longer near me.