Sweet Nothings

Sweet Nothings
The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
The Broken Pitcher
¡¡¡¡'I am happier in myself,' she said; 'I am quite cheerful and light-hearted.' ¡¡¡¡I glanced at the serene face looking upward, and thought it was the stars that made it seem so noble. ¡¡¡¡'There has been no change at home,' said Agnes, after a few moments. ¡¡¡¡'No fresh reference,' said I, 'to - I wouldn't distress you, Agnes, but I cannot help asking - to what we spoke of, when we parted last?' ¡¡¡¡'No, none,' she answered. ¡¡¡¡'I have thought so much about it.' ¡¡¡¡'You must think less about it. Remember that I confide in simple love and truth at last. Have no apprehensions for me, Trotwood,' she added, after a moment; 'the step
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you dread my taking, I shall never take.' ¡¡¡¡Although I think I had never really feared it, in any season of cool reflection, it was an unspeakable relief to me to have this assurance from her own truthful lips. I told her so, earnestly. ¡¡¡¡'And when this visit is over,' said I, - 'for we may not be alone another time, - how long is it likely to be, my dear Agnes, before you come to London again?' ¡¡¡¡'Probably a long time,' she replied; 'I think it will be best - for papa's sake - to remain at home. We are not likely to meet often, for some time to come; but I shall be a good correspondent of Dora's, and we shall frequently hear of one another that way.'