She said she did not know how people could bear the constant pressure of misery, and never to change except to a new form of it.

It would be impossible to keep one's natural feelings.

I promised her a better destiny than to go begging any one to marry her, or to lose her natural feelings as a sister of charity.

She said, 'My youth is leaving me; I can never do better than I have done, and I have done nothing yet.' At such times she seemed to think that most human beings were destined by the pressure of worldly interests to lose one faculty and feeling after another 'till they went dead altogether.

I hope I shall be put in my grave as soon as I'm dead; I don't want to walk about so.' Here we always differed.