Don't for God's sake speak as saint to sinner, but as you yourself to me myself - poor me!
I shall be up before you are awake; I shall be afield before you are up; and I shall have breakfasted before you are afield. In short, I shall astonish you all.
I look into my glass,And view my wasting skin,And say, 'Would God it came to passMy heart had shrunk as thin!
And all this while the subtle-souled girl asking herself why she was born, why sitting in a room, and blinking at the candle; why things around her had taken the shape they wore in preference to every other possible shape.
Her heart longed for some ark into which it could fly and be at rest. Rough or smooth she did not care, so long as it was warm.
Every woman who makes a permanent impression on a man is afterwards recalled to his mind's eye as she appeared in one particular scene, which seems ordained to be her special medium of manifestation throughout all the pages of his memory.
If she had not been imprudence incarnate, she would not have acted as she did when she met Henchard by accident a day or two later.