But she did not seem to be conscious of the intoxicating effluence she was giving forth, and presently added, in a tone of sweetest pity-- "He used to be so frank and dashing in his manner, and now when he meets one of us girls on the street he seems so embarrassed, and looks away or at the ground, as if he thought we should not like to bow to him, or meant to cut him.

I'm sure we'd cut our heads off sooner.

It's enough to make one cry, such times, to see how wretched he is, and so sensitive that no one can say a word to cheer him.

Did you notice what he said about leaving town?
I hadn't heard anything about it before, had you ?" "No," said Henry, "not a word.

Wonder where he's going.