I must either woo her as one woos a person barred; must compel her to take flight, to abandon, to cast away everything; or I must go to her as an eligible suitor with the Etchingham acres and possibilities of a future on that basis.

This fantastic old man with his mumbled reminiscences spoilt me for the last.

One remembers sooner or later that a county-man may not marry his reputed sister without scandal.

And I craved her intensely.
She had upon me the effect of an incredible stimulant; away from her I was like a drunkard cut off from his liquor; an opium-taker from his drug.

I hardly existed; I hardly thought.
I had an errand at my aunt's house; had a message to deliver, sympathetic enquiries to make--and I wanted to see her, to gain some sort of information from her; to spy out the land; to ask her for terms.
There was a change in the appearance of the house, an adventitious brightness that indicated the rise in the fortunes of the family.