I should hear all about the man; I should hear all about the Moonstone.

If I had had no higher object in stirring her up to a sense of spiritual things, the motive of relieving her mind of its guilty secrets would have been enough of itself to encourage me to go on.
Aunt Ablewhite took her exercise in the afternoon in an invalid chair.
Rachel accompanied her.

"I wish I could drag the chair," she broke out, recklessly.

"I wish I could fatigue myself till I was ready to drop." She was in the same humour in the evening.

I discovered in one of my friend's precious publications--the Life, Letters, and Labours of Miss Jane Ann Stamper, forty-fourth edition--passages which bore with a marvellous appropriateness on Rachel's present position.