"Yes," she said, almost indignantly, for she had a feeling as if the veil of some inner sacredness of her nature were continually being torn aside.

"I went over to Miss Lennox, to carry some sweet-peas, and Mr.Robert Lloyd was there, and he came home with me." "Oh!" replied her grandmother.
Ellen's patience left her at the sound of that "Oh," which seemed to rasp her very soul.

"You have none of you any right to talk and act as you do," said she.

"You make me ashamed of you, you and mother; father has more sense.

Just because a young man makes me a call to return something, and then walks home with me, because he happened to be at the house where I call in the evening! I think it's a shame.