It grew up in the midst of our pleasant work at the Hall, and it was burthensome, for it took the joyous adornment off everything, made handsome things ugly, and comfortable things dreary.

It made the snowy landscape lonely, and the red sun angry.

It made me cold and disobliging, the girls dull, and John proud and reserved.

Jane spoke of it to me; she said: "What is the matter between you and John?
You used to be such good friends.

Now you hurry down-stairs in the evenings, though you know he likes our chat round the school-room fire.