I wouldn't have thought it of you." "Can't you be sensible about anything!" said Elizabeth, with a sort of contemptuous impatience.

"If I had anybody else to talk to, I would not give you the benefit of my thoughts.

I tell them to you because I have nobody else; and I really wish you could make up your mind to answer me as I deserve; -- or not at all." "You are a strange girl," said Miss Cadwallader, when they had walked in company with ill-humour as far as the brow of the hill.
"I am glad you think so." "You are a great deal too old for your age." "I am not!" said Elizabeth, who shading her eyes with her hand had again stopped to look over the landscape.

"I should be very sorry to think that.

You are two years older, Rose, in body, than I am; and ten years older in spirit, this minute." "Does the spirit grow old faster than the body ?" said Rose laughing.
"Yes -- sometimes.