Man who never saw the sun before would know it was the sun.

In Fred's case it was an instantaneous, impetuous passion, flaming up at the sight of such unexpected beauty--a passion that will probably fade as rapidly as it rose." "Fred is not that kind of a man, aunt.

He does not like every one and everything, but whoever or whatever he does like becomes a lasting part of his life.

Even the old chairs and tables at Mostyn are held as sacred objects by him, though I have no doubt an American girl would trundle them off to the garret.

It is the same with the people.