Had he drifted into communities of more culture, his eccentricity, begotten of a sense of superiority to his surroundings, would have worn away.

Had he been happily married, his oddities would have been softened; but neither of these things happened.
He told August a very different history.

For the confidence of his "Teutonic friend" had awakened in the solitary man a desire to uncover that story which he had kept under lock and key for so many years.
"Ah! my friend," said he with excitement, "don't trust the faith of a woman." And then rising from his seat he said, "The Backwoods Philosopher warns you.

I pray you give good heed.

I do not know Julia.
She is my niece.