I cannot help knowing that God has given me a gift: but why, I cannot tell.

Certainly not for the same purpose as He gave it to you for,--a simple country girl like me.

If He have any use for it, He will use it, as He does all His creatures, without my help.

At all events it will not last long; a few years more, perhaps a few months, and it will be food for worms; and then people will care as little about my looks as I care now.

I wish, my lady, you would stop the gentleman!" "Mr.Mellot, draw the children something simpler, please;--a dog or a cat." And she gave Claude a look which he obeyed.
Valencia felt in a more solemn mood than usual as she walked home that day.
"Well," said Claude, "I have here every line and shade, and she cannot escape me.