It Was Her Brother,' Said Mr. Thornton

I Say Gibson, We're Old Friends, And You're A Fool If You Take Anything I Say As An Offense. Madam Your Wife And I Didn't Hit It Off The Only Time I Ever Saw Her. I Won't Say She Was Silly, But I Think One Of Us Was Silly, And It Wasn't Me!

Trust A Girl Of Sixteen For Knowing Well If She Is Pretty; Concerning Her Plainness She May Be Ignorant.

Really It Is Very Wholesome Exercise, This Trying To Make One's Words Represent One's Thoughts, Instead Of Merely Looking To Their Effect On Others.

She Had A Bracelet On One Taper Arm, Which Would Fall Down Over Her Round Wrist. Mr. Thornton Watched The Replacing Of This Troublesome Ornament With Far More Attention Than He Listened To Her Father. It Seemed As If It Fascinated Him To See Her Push It Up Impatiently, Until It Tightened Her Soft Flesh; And Then To Mark The Loosening—the Fall. He Could Almost Have Exclaimed—'there It Goes, Again!

It Is The First Changes Among Familiar Things That Make Such A Mystery Of Time To The Young; Afterwards We Lose The Sense Of The Mysterious. I Take Changes In All I See As A Matter Of Course. The Instability Of All Human Things Is Familiar To Me, To You It Is New And Oppressive." (mr. Bell)