In this forlorn situation I was surprised with a message from the squire, ordering me to repair to the mansion-house the morning after my father's funeral.
Though I was not a stranger to books, I had no practical acquaintance with men.

I had never had occasion to address a person of this elevated rank, and I felt no small uneasiness and awe on the present occasion.

I found Mr.Falkland a man of small stature, with an extreme delicacy of form and appearance.

In place of the hard-favoured and inflexible visages I had been accustomed to observe, every muscle and petty line of his countenance seemed to be in an inconceivable degree pregnant with meaning.

His manner was kind, attentive, and humane.