Take care of my sister." She ran down the door steps, and walked quickly through the Crescent.
It was a clear, sunshiny, frosty day--such a day as always both cheered and calmed her.

She had, despite all her cares, youth, health, energy; and a holy and constant love lay like a sleeping angel in her heart.

Must I tell the truth, and own that before she had gone two streets' length Hilary ceased to feel so very, very miserable?
Love--this kind of love of which I speak--is a wonderful thing, the most wonderful thing in all the world.

The strength it gives, the brightness, the actual happiness, even in hardest times, is often quite miraculous.

When Hilary sat waiting in the jeweler's shop, she watched a little episode of high life--two wealthy people choosing their marriage plate; the bride, so careless and haughty; the bridegroom, so unutterably mean to look at, stamped with that innate smallness and coarseness of soul which his fine clothes only made more apparent.