But from something Mrs.Tod let fall, I fear"-- and he vainly tried to disguise his extreme satisfaction--"that she will be left with little or nothing." "Poor Miss March!" "Why call her poor?
She is not a woman to be pitied, but to be honoured.

You would have thought so, had you seen her this morning.

So gentle--so wise--so brave.

Phineas,"-- and I could see his lips tremble--"that was the kind of woman Solomon meant, when he said, 'Her price was above rubies.'" "I think so too.

I doubt not that when she marries Ursula March will be 'a crown to her husband.'" My words, or the half sigh that accompanied them--I could not help it--seemed to startle John, but he made no remark.