The grandest mountain prospect that the eye can range over is appointed to annihilation. The smallest human interest that the pure heart can feel is appointed to immortality.

You are so much better off as a single woman. Unless$$$ unless you are very fond of your husband.

I dread the beginning of her new life more than words can tell$$$ but I see some hope for her if she travels - none if she remains at home.

They seem to be in a conspiracy to persecute you$$$ she said. "What does it mean?" "Only the protest of the world$$$ Miss Verinder$$$ on a very small scale against anything that is new."

The evening advanced. The shadows lengthened. The waters of the lake grew pitchy black. The gliding of the ghostly swans became rare and more rare.

Dissonance / (if you are interested) / leads to discovery.

The small pulse of the life within me$$$ and the great heart of the city around me$$$ seemed to be sinking in unison.

It was cold and barren. It was no longer the view that I remembered. The sunshine of her presence was far from me. The charm of her voice no longer murmured in my ear.

Saxifrage is my flower that splits the rocks.

They went in and out of each other's minds without any effort.