The vision of the truthfulness of her nature threw a celestial wan beam on her guilty destiny.
She patted his head and bade him leave her, narrowing her shoulders on the breast to let it be seen that the dark household within was locked and shuttered.
He went.

He was good, obedient, humane; he was generous, exquisitely bred; he brought her peace, and he had been warned.

It is difficult in affliction to think of one who belongs to us as one to whom we owe a duty.

The unquestionably sincere and devoted lover is also in his candour a featureless person; and though we would not punish him for his goodness, we have the right to anticipate that it will be equal to every trial.

Perhaps, for the sake of peace...