She talked to me a good deal too about myself, in her kindly way, asking what I did all day ?--and if I were not rather dull sometimes, in this solitary country lodging?
"I am dull occasionally myself, or should be, if I had time to think about it.

It is hard to be an only child." I told her I had never found it so.
"But then you have your friend.

Has Mr.Halifax any brothers or sisters ?" "None.

No relatives living." "Ah!" a compassionate ejaculation, as she pulled a woodbine spray, and began twisting it with those never-quiet fingers of hers.

"You and he seem to be great friends." "John is a brother, friend, everything in the world to me." "Is he?
He must be very good.