I Wanted To See The Place Where

Th' Longest Lane Will Have A Turning.

Mr Thornton Would Rather Have Heard That She Was Suffering The Natural Sorrow. In The First Place, There Was Selfishness Enough In Him To Have Taken Pleasure In The Idea That His Great Love Might Come In To Comfort And Console Her; Much The Same Kind Of Strange Passionate Pleasure Which Comes Stinging Through A Mother's Heart, When Her Drooping Infant Nestles Close To Her, And Is Dependent Upon Her For Everything.

Neither Loss Of Father, Nor Loss Of Mother, Dear As She Was To Mr Thornton, Could Have Poisoned The Remembrance Of The Weeks, The Days, The Hours, When A Walk Of Two Miles, Every Step Of Which Was Pleasant, As It Brought Him Nearer And Nearer To Her, Took Him To Her Sweet Presence - Every Step Of Which Was Rich, As Each Recurring Moment That Bore Him Away From Her Made Him Recal Some Fresh Grace In Her Demeanour, Or Pleasant Pungency In Her Character.

Miss Jenkyns Wore A Cravat, And A Little Bonnet Like A Jockey-cap, And Altogether Had The Appearance Of A Strong-minded Woman; Although She Would Have Despised The Modern Idea Of Women Being Equal To Men. Equal, Indeed! She Knew They Were Superior.

Don't Think To Come Over Me With Th' Old Tale, That The Rich Know Nothing Of The Trials Of The Poor; I Say, If They Don't Know, They Ought To Know.