Lady Audley's Secret

People who observed this, accounted for it by saying that it was a part of her amiable and gentle nature always to be light-hearted, happy and contented under any circumstances.

asunder in our convulsive grasp; and the utmost that we can do for the relief of our passion is to knock over an easy-chair, or smash a few shillings’ worth of Mr. Copeland’s manufacture.

like herself, selfish, and cold, and cruel, eager for her own advancement, and greedy of opulence and elegance; angry with the lot that had been cast her, and weary of dull dependence.

To call them the weaker sex is to utter a hideous mockery.

some stifled and unsatisfied longing which lay heavy and dull at his heart, as if he had carried a corpse in his bosom.

there was some strong emotion at work in his breast—neither joy nor triumph, but something almost akin to disappointment—

house in which you incontinently lost yourself if ever you were so rash as to attempt to penetrate its mysteries alone;

will be able to commit no more. If you were to dig a grave for her in the nearest churchyard and bury her alive in it, you could not more safely shut her from the world and all worldly

mind superior to my own, and I yield to it, and bow down to it.