Had the war left me leisure for making love, she was the only woman I ever knew, who could have brought me to her feet--I mean as a dog, Dick." "Do you see any resemblance between her and this Mildred Dutton?
It is in the expression rather than in the features--but, it is the expression which alone denotes the character." "By George, you're right, Bluewater; and this relieves me from some embarrassment I've felt about that very expression of which you speak.
She _is_ like poor Agnes, who became a saint earlier than any of us could have wished.

Living or dead, Agnes Hedworth must be an angel! You were fonder of her, than of any other woman, I believe.

At one time, I thought you might propose for her hand." "It was not that sort of affection, and you could not have known her private history, or you would not have fancied this.

I was so situated in the way of relatives, that Agnes, though only the child of a cousin-german, was the nearest youthful female relative I had on earth; and I regarded her more as a sister, than as a creature who could ever become my wife.

She was sixteen years my junior; and by the time she had become old enough to marry, I was accustomed to think of her only as one destined for another station.