If they had differences, these apparently only served in themselves to keep them revolving the one about the other.

They might almost quarrel, but never enough to drag their two orbs apart, breaking and rending from the common center.

The sun might go down upon a kind of wrath, but it rose on hearts with the difference forgotten.

Their very unlikenesses pricked each on to seek himself in the other.
They were going to Edinburgh after Christmas, to be students there, to grow to be men.

Here at home, upon the eve of their going, rein upon them was slackened.