‘I shall never be there, but once more,’ said the invalid; ‘and then you’ll leave me, and I shall remain for ever.

It’s odd what a savage feeling I have to anything that seems afraid of me!

half savage and hardy, and free . . . and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them!

I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.

I wish I had light hair and a fair skin, and was dressed and behaved as well, and had a chance of being as rich as he will be!’

‘Quietly as a lamb!’

He’s always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself,

he acquired a slouching gait, and ignoble look; his naturally reserved disposition was exaggerated into an almost idiotic excess of unsociable moroseness; and he took a grim pleasure, apparently, in exciting the aversion rather than the esteem of his few acquaintance.

you have nobody to love you; and, however miserable you make us, we shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty arises from your greater misery!