What do I want with Miss Verinder?
She has told me with her own lips (this, dear lady, is between ourselves) that she loves another man, and that her only idea in marrying me is to try and put that other man out of her head.

What a horrid union is this! Oh, dear me, what a horrid union is this! Such are my reflections, Miss Clack, on my way to Brighton.

I approach Rachel with the feeling of a criminal who is going to receive his sentence.

When I find that she has changed her mind too--when I hear her propose to break the engagement--I experience (there is no sort of doubt about it) a most overpowering sense of relief.

A month ago I was pressing her rapturously to my bosom.