"I am very glad.

I have thought for a long time that London was the place that would suit you best.

I knew you would soon tire of the farm." "I have not tired of the farm," I said, "but the farm has tired of me." She glanced up amazed, then smiled bitterly, and turned aside her head without speaking, as if such utter nonsense could not be thought worthy of an answer.
"However," I added, "I did not come here to talk about that--" "No," she interrupted hastily, "it is not worth your while to make any pretence to us.

We do not expect to have friends; we never thought of it till you came.

In time we shall get used to the curse our father left upon us." "Jane, Jane," I said angrily, "how can you be so wicked ?" "How can I help being wicked ?" she asked.