"Are you ill ?" "What _is_ the matter ?" said her uncle, putting his arm around her, and looking alarmed.
"Nothing at all," said Alice, trying to control herself.

"I was only thinking of all your goodness to me, and how I love you." "Is that all," said Mr.Weston, pressing her more closely to his bosom.
"Why, the sight of home has turned your little head.

Come, dry up your tears, for my old eyes can distinguish the hall door, and the servants about the house collecting to meet us." "I can see dear Cousin Janet, standing within--how happy she will be," said Mrs.Weston.
"Well," said Ellen, "I hope Abel will make a fuss over me, for nobody else ever has." "If you are to be married," said Alice, smiling through her tears, "you must have his name changed, or always call him Mr.Johnson." "Never," said Ellen.

"I have a perfect passion for the name of Abel.

There was a picture in my room of Abel lying down, and Cain standing, holding the club over him.