Whevern I heared the news that someone of these friends was gone, I would be sad for a long time.

While the rain, was, like those who goes in search of melancholy.

On the curve of the nearest hill she looked back regretfully at Marlott and her father's house, although she had been so anxious to get away.

A crushed lady-bug, a feather fallen from a nest, a branch of hawthorn broken, aroused their pity, and their ecstasy, sweetly mingled with melancholy, seemed to ask nothing better than to weep.

Then, sitting outside, as it gets cold and dark, she becomes wistful as she talks about her parents' idyllic marriage. "I'm romantic, " she says.