You cannot look at her without seeing it." "I would not mind so much if it were not for Wentworth," said Bessie with dreadful courage.

"I know it is partly jealousy, but it is not only jealousy.

There are a few crumbs of unselfishness in it.

I thought at first--I reasoned it out with myself and it appeared a logical conclusion--that father was the ostensible but not the real object of Wentworth's frequent visits.

I took a great interest in his conversation; it is so lucid, so well informed, so illuminative.