She turned faint as she said this, and I thought she was going to drop down.

If anything could have turned me then it would have been this.

It was almost like giving her life for ours, and I don't think she'd have valued hers two straws if she could have saved us.

There's a great deal said about different kinds of love in this world, but I can't help thinking that the love between brothers and sisters that have been brought up together and have had very few other people to care about is a higher, better sort than any other in the world.

There's less selfishness about it--no thought but for the other's good.