I fancy I know nearly every visible stone of it." "You are very fond of it, then ?" "There never could be any place like it to me, my lady.

I know it is not very beautiful, but I love it none the less for that.

I sometimes think I love it the more for its ruggedness--ugliness, if you please to call it so.

If my mother had not been beautiful, I should love her all the same."-- "and think there wasn't anybody like her," he was going to add, but checked himself, remembering that of course there was not.
Arrived in the drawing-room, whither Cosmo led her first, Lady Joan took her former place by the fire, and sat staring into it.

She did not know what to make of what she saw and heard.