She is in love with you, and with this house, and with Mr.John.But more particularly with you.

When I said I had refused Peter over and over again, she said I was a fool.

But she says that whatever I do.

I--I suppose I let her think," said Sarah, leaning her head against Lady Mary's knee, "that _some day_--if he is still idiotic enough to wish it--and if _you_ don't mind--" "My pretty Sarah--my darling!" "I'm sure it's only because he's your son," said Sarah, vehemently; "I've always wanted to be your child.

What's the use of pretending I haven't?
Think what a time poor mamma used to give me, and what an angel of goodness you were to the poor little black sheep who loved you so." Sarah's white dress, shining in the moonlight, caught the attention of John Crewys, through the open window.