Look not upon her, Guy, I pray you, or let me turn away my eyes." "Your spirit, Ellen, is more gentle and shrinking than hers.

Had you felt like her, I verily believe that many a night, when I have been at rest within your arms, you would have driven a knife into my heart." "Horrible, Guy! how can you imagine such a thing?
Base and worthless as you have made me, I am too much in your power, I fear--I love you still too much; and, though like a poison or a firebrand you have clung to my bosom, I could not have felt for you a single thought of resentment.

You say well when you call me shrinking.

I am a creature of a thousand fears; I am all weakness and worthlessness." "Well, well--let us not talk further of this.

When was the doctor here last ?" "In the evening he came, and left some directions, but told us plainly what we had to expect.