It is when you know them that life is either a mockery to you, or, as some find it, a gift of blessedness.

They are our ordeal.

Love of any human object is the soul's ordeal; and they are ours, loving them, or not." The young man heard the whistle of the train.

He saw the moon-lighted wood, and the vision of his beloved.

He could barely hold himself down and listen.
"I believe," the baronet spoke with little of the cheerfulness of belief, "good women exist." Oh, if he knew Lucy! "But," and he gazed on Richard intently, "it is given to very few to meet them on the threshold--I may say, to none.