I laughed at the sight of my torn glove, for I had actually pulled off the fingers by my nervous twitches.
"I thought you were going to apply the spatula.

I feared you thought me guilty of writing another poem, Mr.Regulus; what else could make you look so formidable ?" "Ah! Gabriella, let bygones be bygones.

I was very harsh, very disagreeable then.

I wonder you have ever forgiven me; I have never forgiven myself.

I know not how it is, but it seems to me that a softening change has come over me.