But still she was a prudent woman, not unused to the world.
"You must go now," she said, laying her hand gently on John's arm.
"I am going.

But she--what will she do ?" "Never mind me.

Jane will take care of me," said Ursula, winding her arms round her old governess, and leaning her cheek down on Mrs.
Jessop's shoulder.
We had never seen Miss March show fondness, that is, caressing fondness, to any one before.

It revealed her in a new light; betraying the depths there were in her nature; infinite depths of softness and of love.
John watched her for a minute; a long, wild, greedy minute, then whispered hoarsely to me, "I must go." We made a hasty adieu, and went out together into the night--the cold, bleak night, all blast and storm..