I never beheld so lovely a countenance.

You will be happy!" And the village priest sighed, and thought of the coming winter and his own lonely hearth.
"My dear friend, you have only seen her beauty--it is her least charm.
Heaven knows how often I have made love; and this is the only woman I have ever really loved.

Caleb, there is an excellent living that adjoins my uncle's house.

The rector is old; when the house is mine, you will not be long without the living.

We shall be neighbours, Caleb, and then you shall try and find a bride for yourself.