_she had nothing to do but to forgive herself and be happier than ever_

What connexion can there be, between the place in Lincolnshire, the house in town, the Mercury in powder, and the whereabout of Jo the outlaw with the broom, who had that distant ray of light upon him when he swept the churchyard-step? What connexion can there have been between many people in the innumerable histories of this world, who, from opposite sides of great gulfs, have, nevertheless, been very curiously brought together!

if the world go wrong, it was, in some off-hand manner, never meant to go right.

I never had one hour's happiness in her society, and yet my mind all round the four-and-twenty hours was harping on the happiness of having her with me unto death.

A day wasted on others is not wasted on one's self.

A man may live to be as old as Methuselah,_ said Mr. Filer, __nd may labour all his life for the benefit of such people as those; and may heap up facts on figures, facts on figures, facts on figures, mountains high and dry; and he can no more hope to persuade __m that they have no right or business to be married, than he can hope to persuade __m that they have no earthly right or business to be born. And that we know they haven__. We reduced it to a mathematical certainty long ago!