"Jonathan, if you begin to excite her, you'd better go." "Oh, my boy, my darling boy," sobbed Mrs.Gay, with her head on his shoulder, "I have but one comfort and that is the thought that you are so different--that you will never shatter my faith in you.

If you only knew how thankful I am to feel that you are free from these dreadful weaknesses of men." Cowed by her helplessness, he looked down on her with shining eyes.
"Remember the poor devil loved you, mother, and be merciful to his memory," he replied, touched, for the first time, by the thought of his uncle.
"I shall try, Jonathan, I shall try, though the very thought of evil is a distress to me," she replied, with a saintly look.

"As for the girl, I have only the tenderest pity for the unfortunate creature." "That's like you, mother." "Kesiah says that she has behaved very well.

Didn't you say so, Kesiah ?" "Yes, Mr.Chamberlayne told me that she appeared perfectly indifferent when he spoke to her.

She even remarked, I believe, that she didn't see that it concerned her." "Well, she's spirit enough.