And people may talk as they like, but when a man has the notion that everybody has given him up as a bad job, and has dropped troubling themselves about him, he gets worse and worse, and meets the devil half-way.
She said-- 'Richard Marston, I cannot tell how grieved I am to see you here.

Both papa and I were so sorry to hear all about those Momberah cattle.' I stammered out something or other, I hardly knew what.
She looked at me again with her great beautiful eyes like a wondering child.
'Is your brother here too ?' 'No, Miss Falkland,' I said.

'They've never caught Jim yet, and, what's more, I don't think they will.

He jumped on a bare-backed horse without saddle or bridle, and got clear.' She looked as if she was going to smile, but she didn't.

I saw her eyes sparkle, though, and she said softly-- 'Poor Jim! so he got away; I am glad of that.