She was a Fairy, a Sylph, I don't know what she was--anything that no one ever saw, and everything that everybody ever wanted.

I was swallowed up in an abyss of love in an instant.

There was no pausing on the brink; no looking down, or looking back; I was gone, headlong, before I had sense to say a word to her.
'I,' observed a well-remembered voice, when I had bowed and murmured something, 'have seen Mr.Copperfield before.' The speaker was not Dora.

No; the confidential friend, Miss Murdstone! I don't think I was much astonished.

To the best of my judgement, no capacity of astonishment was left in me.