I haven't a notion what went to the making of him.

I seem to see behind him a long line of men and women who danced and laughed and gambled and feasted, light-hearted, charming people.

I sometimes think I hear them laugh as I teach Mhor _What is the chief end of man ?_ ...

I couldn't love Mhor more if he really were my little brother, but I know that my hold over him is of the frailest.
It's only now that I have him.

I must make the most of the present--the little boy days--before life takes him away from me." "You will have his heart always," Pamela comforted her.