Shirley

Be my companion through life; be my guide where I am ignorant; be my master where I am faulty; be my friend always!'

"'So help me God, I will!'"

"Because you most wish to retain when you are most certain to lose."

"Forgive her? Naughty Robert! Was she in the wrong, or were you?"

the staircase quiet; so is the gallery.

What made her sing so? They never sang so. Was it proper to sing with such expression, with such originality—so unlike a school-girl? Decidedly not. It was strange, it was unusual. What was strange must be wrong; what was unusual must be improper. Shirley was judged.

supposing she had possessed a thoughtful, original mind, a love of knowledge, a wish for information, which she took an artless delight in receiving from your lips

I've felt myself tremble again.

The hearth is hot and ruddy; the cinders tinkle in the intense heat of their clear glow

admitted scarce a gleam of sky;

but he was only awaiting her compliance—as calm as marble, and as cool.