Why, how many fancies had you, Sophy, before you had the good luck to clap eyes on me ?" "That is neither here nor there," his wife replied, audaciously; "how many times have you asked such questions, which are no concern of yours?
You could not expect me, before ever I saw you, not to have any eyes or ears.

I had plenty to say for myself; and I was not plain; and I acted accordingly." Master Anerley thought about this, because he had heard it and thought of it many times before.

He hated to think about anything new, having never known any good come of it; and his thoughts would rather flow than fly, even in the fugitive brevity of youth.

And now, in his settled way, his practice was to tread thought deeper into thought, as a man in deep snow keeps the track of his own boots, or as a child writes ink on pencil in his earliest copy-books.

"You acted according," he said; "and Mary might act according to you, mother." "How can you talk so, Stephen?
That would be a different thing altogether.