I really felt annihilated at the thought.

There was something so overpowering, so redundant about her, I expected to be weighed down,--overshadowed.

She going to Grandison Place! Alas, what a transformation there would be! Adieu to the quiet walks, the evening readings, the morning flower gatherings; adieu to sentiment and tranquillity, to poetry and romance.

Why had Mrs.Linwood invited so strange a guest?
Perhaps she was self-invited.
"I tell you what I am going for," she said, bending her face to mine and speaking in a whisper that sounded like a whistle in my ear; "I am going to animate that man of stone.

Why have not you done it, juxtaposited as you are?
You do not make use of the fire-arms with which nature has supplied you.