Radiantly, I say: had there been touches of colour in these visions, I should have been lured off in pursuit of him.

The dreams passed colourlessly; I put colouring touches to the figures seen in them afterward, when I was cooler, and could say, 'What is the use of fancying things ?' yet knew that fancying things was a consolation.

By such means I came to paint the mystery surrounding my father in tender colours.

I built up a fretted cathedral from what I imagined of him, and could pass entirely away out of the world by entering the doors.
Want of boys' society as well as hard head-work produced this mischief.
My lessons were intermittent Resident tutors arrived to instruct me, one after another.

They were clergymen, and they soon proposed to marry my aunt Dorothy, or they rebuked the squire for swearing.