Wasn't it sweet of him! They were buried with her too.

It was quite romantic." "More romantic to have such a swan-like death than to live on as a butcher's daughter," said Sophia, and sarcasm was only a small ingredient in the speech.
"We were quite grieved about it," said Miss Bennett, sincerely.
Sophia also felt sorry, but it was not her way to say so.

She was more interested in remarking upon the singular method of getting butcher's meat then in vogue at Chellaston.

A Frenchman, a butcher in a small way, drove from door to door with his stock, cutting and weighing his joints in an open box-sleigh.

To see the frozen meat thus manipulated in the midst of the snow had struck Sophia as one of the most novel features of their present way of life.