But your question is not so easily answered." "I ought to be perfectly happy here; nothing seems wanting.

Yet my spirit is like a aged bird that flutters against its prison-bars." "Oh, no, Edward; not so bad as that," replied Mrs.Markland.

"You speak in hyperbole.

This lovely place, which everywhere shows the impress of your hand, is not a prison.

Call it rather, a paradise." "A paradise I sought to make it.