Sophie led a saintly life.

he (Driver) leaned back in his easy chair and playfully tweedled the ears of his devoted dog, who was curled up cat-like fashion in his master's lap.

Pivotal to this unnostalgic remembrance is the insistence that Willoughby as he was experienced is Willoughby as he was, that no interpretive machinery can be brought to bear on these memories of his distress; the sense is that any ...

A certain melancholy that touched her countenance must have been of recent birth, for it had not yet altered the fine and youthful contours of her cheek, nor subdued the arch though resolute curve of her lips.