I got the sexton, who was digging Linton’s grave, to remove the earth off her coffin lid, and I opened it. I thought, once, I would have stayed there, when I saw her face again—it is hers yet—he had hard work to stir me; but he said it would change, if the air blew on it...

It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.

Yes you had the reason of going to bed with a proud heart and an empty stomach,' said I. 'Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves

That brute of a lad has warmed me nicely. Next time, Master Edgar, take the law into your own fists it will give you an appetite!

Estén nuestras almas de lo que estén hechas, la suya y la mía son iguales, [...].

El gran pensamiento de mi vida es él. Si todo lo demás pereciera y él quedara, yo seguiría existiendo, y si todo lo demás permaneciera y él fuera aniquilado, el universo se me volvería del todo extraño, no me parecería que formara parte de él.

I love my murderer--but yours? How can I?

He might as well plant an oak in a flower-pot and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares?

invariably to me, I know, and to any person who saw her, I should think--refuted more tangible proofs of convalescence, and stamped her as one doomed to decay.