Presentiments are more closely connected than is generally supposed with a weak state of stomach.
I asked for Miss Dulcifer, and was shown into the sitting-room.
Don't expect me to describe my sensations: hundreds of sensations flew all over me.

There she was, sitting alone, near the window! There she was, with nimble white fingers, working a silk purse! The melancholy in her face and manner, when I had last seen her, appeared no more.

She was prettily dressed in maize color, and the room was well furnished.

Her father had evidently got over his difficulties.
I had been inclined to laugh at his odd name, when I found it in the directory! Now I began to dislike it, because it was her name, too.

It was a consolation to remember that she could change it.