We all know that Steve is square on every side, and straight in every corner.

Don't be so earnest; you fatigue me to-night.

I am on the verge of a nervous headache, and I really think you had better leave me." She turned her chair towards the fire as she spoke, and hardly palliated this act of dismissal by the faint "excuse me," which accompanied it.

And Charlotte made no remark, though she left her sister's room, mentally promising herself to keep away from it in the future.
She went next to the parlor.

The squire's chair was empty, and on the little stand at its side, the "Gentleman's Magazine" lay uncut.