I am his eulogist; but I am not in love with him. If he were to ask me to be his wife to-morrow, I should be distressed, and should refuse him.

Paul went joyfully, and spent the afternoon helping to hoe or to single turnips with his friend.

My head sank easily into the soft pillow.

[H]ere in America there are mountains of oil rock which can be blasted and steam-shoveled and transported by gravity to great retorts which will turn out oil and fertilizer in limitless quantities.