What is its length, breadth, weight, value--ay, VALUE?
What price will it bring in the market ?" "Your portrait, to any one who loved you, would, for the sake of association, be without price." That inscrutable Hunsden heard this remark and felt it rather acutely, too, somewhere; for he coloured--a thing not unusual with him, when hit unawares on a tender point.

A sort of trouble momentarily darkened his eye, and I believe he filled up the transient pause succeeding his antagonist's home-thrust, by a wish that some one did love him as he would like to be loved--some one whose love he could unreservedly return.
The lady pursued her temporary advantage.
"If your world is a world without associations, Mr.Hunsden, I no longer wonder that you hate England so.

I don't clearly know what Paradise is, and what angels are; yet taking it to be the most glorious region I can conceive, and angels the most elevated existences--if one of them--if Abdiel the Faithful himself" (she was thinking of Milton) "were suddenly stripped of the faculty of association, I think he would soon rush forth from 'the ever-during gates,' leave heaven, and seek what he had lost in hell.

Yes, in the very hell from which he turned 'with retorted scorn.'" Frances' tone in saying this was as marked as her language, and it was when the word "hell" twanged off from her lips, with a somewhat startling emphasis, that Hunsden deigned to bestow one slight glance of admiration.

He liked something strong, whether in man or woman; he liked whatever dared to clear conventional limits.