"Indeed, Brother, I doubt if Dutchwomen are what they were.
No one bleaches as Mother did.

Mother bleached beautifully." "Yes, she bleached beautifully," said Anna.
Peter Paul was only to be three weeks at home before he sailed again; but when ten days were over, he began to think the rest of the time would never come to an end.

And this was from no want of love for his sisters, or of respect for their friends.

One cannot help having an irritable brain, which rides an idea to the moon and home again, without stirrups, whilst some folks are getting the harness of words on to its back.

There had been hours in his youth when all the unsolved riddles, the untasted joys, the great possibilities of even a common existence like his, so pressed upon him, that the shortness of the longest life of man seemed the most pitiable thing about it.