I was a lonely child, but sad and pensive as she was, she was a fountain of social joy to me.

Then, she was so beautiful--so very, very lovely! I caught the light of her pensive smile through the dimness of the hour.
She was so accustomed to my roaming in the woods, she had suffered no alarm.
"If my mother thinks it right, you will not object to my going to see Mr.Regulus," said I, as Richard lifted the gate-latch for me to enter.
"For yourself, no; but not for me.

I can take care of myself, Gabriella." He spoke proudly.

He did not quite come up to my childish idea of a boy hero, but I admired his self-reliance and bravery.

I did not want him to despise me or my lack of spirit.