The Misses Nettingalls' young ladies come to the Cathedral too.

I cannot look upon my book, for I must look upon Miss Shepherd.

When the choristers chaunt, I hear Miss Shepherd.

In the service I mentally insert Miss Shepherd's name--I put her in among the Royal Family.

At home, in my own room, I am sometimes moved to cry out, 'Oh, Miss Shepherd!' in a transport of love.
For some time, I am doubtful of Miss Shepherd's feelings, but, at length, Fate being propitious, we meet at the dancing-school.