"I value your happiness far more than my own." "You deserve better treatment, Leonard," said Bloundel; "and I am sorry my daughter cannot discern what is for her good.

Let us hope that time will work a change in your favour." "No," replied the apprentice, bitterly; "I will no longer delude myself with any such vain expectation." "Amabel," observed the grocer, "as your father--as your wellwisher--I should desire to see you wedded to Leonard.

But I have told your mother, and now tell you, that I will not control your inclinations, and will only attempt to direct you so far as I think likely to be conducive to your happiness.

On another point, I must assume a very different tone.
You can no longer plead ignorance of the designs of the depraved person who besets you.

You may not be able to forget him--but you can avoid him.