I suppose illness and weakness had worn it and made it brittle.
"Dr.Bretton," I broke out, "there is no delusion like your own.

On all points but one you are a man, frank, healthful, right-thinking, clear-sighted: on this exceptional point you are but a slave.

I declare, where Miss Fanshawe is concerned, you merit no respect; nor have you mine." I got up, and left the room very much excited.
This little scene took place in the morning; I had to meet him again in the evening, and then I saw I had done mischief.

He was not made of common clay, not put together out of vulgar materials; while the outlines of his nature had been shaped with breadth and vigour, the details embraced workmanship of almost feminine delicacy: finer, much finer, than you could be prepared to meet with; than you could believe inherent in him, even after years of acquaintance.

Indeed, till some over-sharp contact with his nerves had betrayed, by its effects, their acute sensibility, this elaborate construction must be ignored; and the more especially because the sympathetic faculty was not prominent in him: to feel, and to seize quickly another's feelings, are separate properties; a few constructions possess both, some neither.