A tongue to speak and contend, would have helped her to carve a clearer way.

But then again, the tongue to speak must be one which could reproach, and strike at errors; fence, and continually summon resources to engage the electrical vitality of a man like Victor.

It was an exultation of their life together, a mark of his holiness for them both, that they had never breathed a reproach upon one another.
She dropped away from ideas of remonstrance; faintly seeing, in her sigh of submission, that the deficiency affecting her character would have been supplied by a greater force of character, pressing either to speech or acts.

The confession of a fated inevitable in the mind, is weakness prostrate.

She knew it: but she could point to the manner of man she was matched with; and it was not a poor excuse.
Mr.Barmby, she thought, deserved her gratitude in some degree for stepping between Mr.Sowerby and Nesta.