I have a rosy sky and a green flowery Eden in my brain; but without, I am perfectly aware, lies at my feet a rough tract to travel, and around me gather black tempests to encounter.' You ran downstairs and demanded of Mrs.
Fairfax some occupation: the weekly house accounts to make up, or something of that sort, I think it was.

I was vexed with you for getting out of my sight.
"Impatiently I waited for evening, when I might summon you to my presence.

An unusual--to me--a perfectly new character I suspected was yours: I desired to search it deeper and know it better.

You entered the room with a look and air at once shy and independent: you were quaintly dressed--much as you are now.

I made you talk: ere long I found you full of strange contrasts.