Of what a man ought to be she had but one criterion, Richard's self.

Her judgment on this point had been formed five or six years ago; she felt that nothing now could ever shake it.

All of expressed love that he was pleased to give her she stored in the shrine of her memory; many a light word forgotten by the speaker as soon as it was uttered lived still as a part of the girl's hourly life, but his reticences she accepted with no less devout humility.

What need of repetitions?
He had spoken to her the decisive word, and it was a column established for ever, a monument of that over which time had no power.

Women are too apt to make their fondness a source of infinite fears; in Emma growth of love meant growth of confidence.
'Does all go well at the works ?' was her first question.