Let my feelings be _sacred_, if they are lonely.

You know your power; use it gently, exert it kindly." The smile of assumed gaiety faded from my lips, as his grave, earnest, sincere accents went down into my soul.

Could I trifle even for a moment with an affection so true and constant?
Oh, wayward and unappreciating heart! Why could I not return this love, which might have made me so happy?
Why was there no spirit-echo to _his_ voice; no quickened pulsations at the sound of _his_ coming footsteps?
"This is no place, Richard, to talk of ourselves, or I would try to convince you that I am incapable of speaking lightly of your feelings, or betraying them to a human being, even to Mrs.Linwood; but let us speak of something else now.

Do you not feel very happy that you are free,--no more a slave to hours or rules; free to come and go, when and where you please, with the whole earth to roam in, "Heart within and God o'erhead ?" "No! I am sad.

After being at anchor so long, to be suddenly set drifting, to be the sport of the winds of destiny, the cable chain of habit and association broken, one feels dizzy and bewildered.