Supposing he found that he did not love me after all, that he had been misled by a fancied resemblance in me to the miniature! Supposing, supposing ...

I put away thoughts of calamity from me with both hands.

God was too good to let anything happen to him now.
I was so fidgety and restless that I felt I worried the old couple.

I could settle to nothing.

I could not read, although I had always been a greedy reader.