I cannot bear this long; there's a dry burning pain about my heart, and a weight upon it will soon put me out of the reach of disappointment and sorrow.

Oh, Bryan M'Mahon, can you be what is said of you! and, if you can, oh, why did we ever meet, or why did I ever see you!" Her sister Hanna attempted to console her, but for once she failed.
Kathleen would hear no comfort, for she said she stood in need of none.
"My mind is all dark," said she, "or rather it is sick of this miserable work.

Why am I fastened upon by such suffering and distraction?
Don't attempt at present to console me, Hanna; I won't, because I can't be consoled.

I wish I knew this man--whether he is honest or not.

If he is the villain they say he is, and that with a false mask upon him, he has imposed himself on me, and gained my affections by hypocrisy and deceit, why, Hanna, my darling sister, I could stab him to the heart.