He was not alive for his own pleasure He was in love, and subtle love will not be shamed and smothered He neared her, wooing her; and she assented He prattled, in the happy ignorance of compulsion He had by nature a tarnishing eye that cast discolouration He has been tolerably honest, Tom, for a man and a lover He clearly could not learn from misfortune He had to go, he must, he has to be always going He never acknowledged a trouble, he dispersed it He sinks terribly when he sinks at all He was a figure on a horse, and naught when off it He would neither retort nor defend himself He had no recollection of having ever dined without drinking wine He was not a weaver of phrases in distress He thinks or he chews He is inexorable, being the guilty one of the two He postponed it to the next minute and the next He is in the season of faults He thinks that the country must be saved by its women as well He stormed her and consented to be beaten He kept saying to himself, 'to-morrow I will tell' He had his character to maintain He grunted that a lying clock was hateful to him He squandered the guineas, she patiently picked up the pence He judged of others by himself He was the maddest of tyrants--a weak one He had neat phrases, opinions in packets He whipped himself up to one of his oratorical frenzies He was the prisoner of his word He, by insisting, made me a rebel He never calculated on the happening of mortal accidents He smoked, Lord Avonley said of the second departure He will be a part of every history (the fool) He lies as naturally as an infant sucks He tried to gather his ideas, but the effort was like that of a light dreamer He put no question to anybody He gained much by claiming little He had expected romance, and had met merchandize He lost the art of observing himself He bowed to facts He runs too much from first principles to extremes He condensed a paragraph into a line He was too much on fire to know the taste of absurdity He wants the whip; ought to have had it regularly He never explained He had wealth for a likeness of strength He did not vastly respect beautiful women He had gone, and the day lived again for both of them He took small account of the operations of the feelings He began ambitiously--It's the way at the beginning He had to shake up wrath over his grievances He gave a slight sign of restiveness, and was allowed to go He loathed a skulker He's good from end to end, and beats a Christian hollow (a hog) Hear victorious lawlessness appealing solemnly to God the law Heart to keep guard and bury the bones you tossed him Heartily she thanked the girl for the excuse to cry Hearts that make one soul do not separately count their gifts Heathen vindictiveness declaring itself holy Heights of humour beyond laughter Her feelings--trustier guides than her judgement in this crisis Her intimacy with a man old enough to be her grandfather Her aspect suggested the repose of a winter landscape Her vehement fighting against facts