He is selfish, he is ungrateful, he is ungenerous--he is only twenty, and he has the worst failings of a mean old age already.

And this is the man I find you meeting in secret--the man who has taken such a place in your favor that you are deaf to the truth about him, even from _my_ lips! Magdalen! this will end ill.

For God's sake, think of what I have said to you, and control yourself before it is too late!" She stopped, vehement and breathless, and caught her sister anxiously by the hand.
Magdalen looked at her in unconcealed astonishment.
"You are so violent," she said, "and so unlike yourself, that I hardly know you.

The more patient I am, the more hard words I get for my pains.
You have taken a perverse hatred to Frank; and you are unreasonably angry with me because I won't hate him, too.

Don't, Norah! you hurt my hand." Norah pushed the hand from her contemptuously.