If she shut her eyes to the sight, their groans were in her ears; and if she turned away, they took her by the elbow, and called her a backslider herself.

Forrester whispered in the ears of Ralph, as his eye encountered the form of Miss Munro, who sat primly amid a flock of venerables-- "Doesn't she talk like a book?
Ah, she's a smart, sweet girl; it's a pity there's no better chance for her than Guy Rivers.

But where's he--the rascal?
Do you know I nearly got my fingers on his throat last night.

I felt deusedly like it, I tell you." "Why, what did he to you ?" "Answered me with such impudence! I took him for the pedler in the dark, and thought I had got a prize; it wasn't the pedler, but something worse--for in my eyes he's no better than a polecat." But, the preacher had risen in his place, and all was silence and attention.

We need scarcely seek to describe him.