But you always were strange.

Anybody else at your time of life, and after what has passed--my dear Miss Tox, I have lost my pocket handkerchief again--would be glad to leave here, one would suppose.
'I should not like to feel,' said Florence, 'as if the house was avoided.

I should not like to think that the--his--the rooms upstairs were quite empty and dreary, aunt.

I would rather stay here, for the present.

Oh my brother! oh my brother!' It was a natural emotion, not to be suppressed; and it would make way even between the fingers of the hands with which she covered up her face.