We shall see who will tire first, my lady.' 'If I tire, it will be of living in the world with you: not of living without your mockery of love.

When you tire of your sinful ways, and show yourself truly repentant, I will forgive you, and, perhaps, try to love you again, though that will be hard indeed.' 'Humph! and meantime you will go and talk me over to Mrs.Hargrave, and write long letters to aunt Maxwell to complain of the wicked wretch you have married ?' 'I shall complain to no one.

Hitherto I have struggled hard to hide your vices from every eye, and invest you with virtues you never possessed; but now you must look to yourself.' I left him muttering bad language to himself, and went up-stairs.
'You are poorly, ma'am,' said Rachel, surveying me with deep anxiety.
'It is too true, Rachel,' said I, answering her sad looks rather than her words.
'I knew it, or I wouldn't have mentioned such a thing.' 'But don't you trouble yourself about it,' said I, kissing her pale, time-wasted cheek.

'I can bear it better than you imagine.' 'Yes, you were always for "bearing." But if I was you I wouldn't bear it; I'd give way to it, and cry right hard! and I'd talk too, I just would--I'd let him know what it was to--' 'I have talked,' said I; 'I've said enough.' 'Then I'd cry,' persisted she.

'I wouldn't look so white and so calm, and burst my heart with keeping it in.' 'I have cried,' said I, smiling, in spite of my misery; 'and I am calm now, really: so don't discompose me again, nurse: let us say no more about it, and don't mention it to the servants.