[…]there I readily engaged in the office of pointing out to my friend, the certain evils of such a choice.

[…] leaves have taken flight From yon Slim seedling-birch on the rivage, the flock Of herons has the quiet of solitude […]

[…] the good-humoured, affectionate-hearted Godfrey Cass was fast becoming a bitter man, visited by cruel wishes, that seemed to enter, and depart, and enter again, like demons who had found in him a ready-garnished home.

He gagged when he saw the open wound.