Your girl-baby has avenged my name for me, and now, if you heard my Penini say in the midst of a coaxing fit--'O, my sweetest little mama, my darling, _dearlest_, little Ba,' you would admit that 'Ba' must have a music in it, to my ears at least.
The love of two generations is poured out to me in that name--and the stream seems to run (in one instance) when alas! the fountain is dry.

I do not refer to the dead who live still.
Ah, dearest friend, you feel how I must have felt about the accident in Wimpole Street.[36] I can scarcely talk to you about it.

There will be permanent lameness, Arabel says, according to the medical opinion, though the general health was not for a moment affected.

But permanent lameness! That is sad, for a person of active habits.

I ventured to write a little note--which was not returned, I thank God--or read, I dare say; but of course there was no result.