How Am I To Dress

If Mr. Thornton Was A Fool In The Morning, As He Assured Himself At Least Twenty Times He Was, He Did Not Grow Much Wiser In That Afternoon. All That He Gained In Return For His Sixpenny Omnibus Ride, Was A More Vivid Conviction That There Never Was, Never Could Be, Any One Like Margaret; That She Did Not Love Him And Never Would; But That She — No! Nor The Whole World — Should Never Hinder Him From Loving Her.

That Kind Of Patriotism Which Consists In Hating All Other Nations.

As She Realized What Might Have Been, She Grew To Be Thankful For What Was.

There Is Always A Pleasure In Unravelling A Mystery, In Catching At The Gossamer Clue Which Will Guide To Certainty.

There Is Nothing Like Wounded Affection For Giving Poignancy To Anger.