Of course a man living in London, and having to earn his bread out in the world, must be more worldly than a country girl; but the fact of his being able to love such a girl, to choose such a one for his wife,--was not that alone sufficient proof that the world had not enslaved him?
"My heart is on the Allington lawns," he said; and then, as she read the words, she kissed the paper again.
In her eyes, and to her ears, and to her heart, the letter was a beautiful letter.

I believe there is no bliss greater than that which a thorough love-letter gives to a girl who knows that in receiving it she commits no fault,--who can open it before her father and mother with nothing more than the slight blush which the consciousness of her position gives her.

And of all love-letters the first must be the sweetest! What a value there is in every word! How each expression is scanned and turned to the best account! With what importance are all those little phrases invested, which too soon become mere phrases, used as a matter of course.

Crosbie had finished his letter by bidding God bless her; "And you too," said Lily, pressing the letter to her bosom.
"Does he say anything particular ?" asked Mrs Dale.
"Yes, mamma; it's all very particular." "But there's nothing for the public ear." "He sends his love to you and Bell." "We are very much obliged to him." "So you ought to be.

And he says that he went to church going through Barchester, and that the clergyman was the grandfather of that Lady Dumbello.