Had Shakespeare's grandmother three Christian names? Had taken refuge in their opera-glasses Half-truth that we may put on the mask of the whole Half a dozen dozen left Half designingly permitted her trouble to be seen Happiness in love is a match between ecstasy and compliance Happy the woman who has not more to speak Happy in privation and suffering if simply we can accept beauty Hard to bear, at times unbearable Hard enough for a man to be married to a fool Hard men have sometimes a warm affection for dogs Haremed opinion of the unfitness of women Hated one thing alone--which was 'bother' Hated tears, considering them a clog to all useful machinery Hates a compromise Haunted many pillows Have her profile very frequently while I am conversing with her Having contracted the fatal habit of irony He was not alive for his own pleasure He, by insisting, made me a rebel He bowed to facts He grunted that a lying clock was hateful to him He has been tolerably honest, Tom, for a man and a lover He kept saying to himself, 'to-morrow I will tell' He postponed it to the next minute and the next He prattled, in the happy ignorance of compulsion He was in love, and subtle love will not be shamed and smothered He thinks that the country must be saved by its women as well He is in the season of faults He had his character to maintain He squandered the guineas, she patiently picked up the pence He neared her, wooing her; and she assented He judged of others by himself He is inexorable, being the guilty one of the two He had to shake up wrath over his grievances He had gone, and the day lived again for both of them He gave a slight sign of restiveness, and was allowed to go He loathed a skulker He clearly could not learn from misfortune He thinks or he chews He would neither retort nor defend himself He whipped himself up to one of his oratorical frenzies He put no question to anybody He took small account of the operations of the feelings He began ambitiously--It's the way at the beginning He never explained He never acknowledged a trouble, he dispersed it He was the prisoner of his word He wants the whip; ought to have had it regularly He had wealth for a likeness of strength He was a figure on a horse, and naught when off it He did not vastly respect beautiful women He sinks terribly when he sinks at all He was not a weaver of phrases in distress 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 runs too much from first principles to extremes He gained much by claiming little He had by nature a tarnishing eye that cast discolouration He was too much on fire to know the taste of absurdity He smoked, Lord Avonley said of the second departure He had no recollection of having ever dined without drinking wine He stormed her and consented to be beaten He will be a part of every history (the fool)