“I know you despise me; allow me to say, it is because you do not understand me.”

“He thought that I was helpless, because he saw me lonely and poor; but are not the armies of Heaven for the like of me?”

“Take care. If you do not speak – I shall claim you as my own in some strange presumptuous way. Send me away at once, if I must go; – Margaret! –”

“No one loves me, - no one cares for me, but you, mother.”

“I say, Gibson, we're old friends, and you're a fool if you take anything I say as an offence. Madam your wife and I did not hit it off the only time I ever saw her. I won't say she was silly, but I think one of us was silly, and it was not me.”

“I won't say she was silly, but I think one of us was silly, and it was not me.”

“I wish I could love people as you do, Molly!''Don't you?' said the other, in surprise.'No. A good number of people love me, I believe, or at least they think they do; but I never seem to care much for any one. I do believe I love you, little Molly, whom I have only known for ten days, better than any one.”