He said twice over before he knew himself: 'Can't a man speak of his own child he's lost?' 'Not you!'-'Oh, where's my hat? Oh, I don't need it! I must get out of here. I must get air.'- I don't know rightly whether any man can.'

The little graveyard where my people are! So small the window frames the whole of it.

'My words are nearly always an offense. I don't know how to speak of anything So as to please you. But I might be taught, I should suppose. I can't say I see h…

She let him look, sure that he wouldn't see, Blind creature; and awhile he didn't see. But at last he murmured, 'Oh,' and again, 'Oh.'

What we conceal Is always more than what we dare confide. Think of the letters that we write our dead.

I had been gone a fortnight when the telegram was put into my hands. I had got a letter from my sister, a few hours before, saying that all was well at home. T…

'Dear Mrs., Mr., Miss, or Mr. And Mrs. Daneeka: Words cannot express the deep personal grief I experienced when your husband, son, father, or brother was kille…