I would have taken shame itself as an honor from his hands.

I thought of him day and night.

I filled my soul with passionate admiration for his good deeds, his ill deeds, his all.

And the other was as the ground beneath my feet, of which I seldom thought.
Richard met me at the foot of the stairs, after dinner, as I was going up.
"Pauline, will you go in the carriage with Charlotte and Sophie?
I am going to drive." "Oh, it doesn't make any difference," I answered, with confusion.
"Anywhere you choose." I think he had misgivings about my going from that moment; to allay which, I called out something about my costume to Sophie as I went up to my room.

The day was growing duller, and stiller, and grayer.