"What, hankering after him still?
My dear, he is off to Flanders with his regiment; and, I make no doubt, there have been twenty Countesses of Galgenstein since your time." "I don't believe any such thing, sir," said Mrs.Catherine, starting up very angrily.
"If you did, I suppose you'd laudanum him; wouldn't you ?" "Leave the room, fellow," said the lady.

But she recollected herself speedily again; and, clasping her hands, and looking very wretched at Brock, at the ceiling, at the floor, at her husband (from whom she violently turned away her head), she began to cry piteously: to which tears the Corporal set up a gentle accompaniment of whistling, as they trickled one after another down her nose.
I don't think they were tears of repentance; but of regret for the time when she had her first love, and her fine clothes, and her white hat and blue feather.

Of the two, the Corporal's whistle was much more innocent than the girl's sobbing: he was a rogue; but a good-natured old fellow when his humour was not crossed.

Surely our novel-writers make a great mistake in divesting their rascals of all gentle human qualities: they have such--and the only sad point to think of is, in all private concerns of life, abstract feelings, and dealings with friends, and so on, how dreadfully like a rascal is to an honest man.

The man who murdered the Italian boy, set him first to play with his children whom he loved, and who doubtless deplored his loss..