If you could see my legs when I take my boots off, you'd form some idea of what unrequited affection is. — Charles Dickens

"I want to know what it says," he answered, looking steadily in her face. "The sea Floy, what is it that it keeps on saying?"

He’s tough, ma’am,—tough is J. B.; tough and devilish sly.

…not an orphan in the wide world can be so deserted as the child who is an outcast from a living parent’s love.