Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles some thought of love! Then, Jack, her cheeks! her cheeks, Jack! so deeply blushing at the insinuations of her tell-tale eyes! Then, Jack, her lips! O, Jack, lips smiling at their own discretion! and, if not smiling, more sweetly pouting - more lovely in sullenness! Then, Jack, her neck! O, Jack, Jack!

Here is the whole set! a character dead at every word.

Do thou snatch treasures from my lips, and I'll take kingdoms back from thine.

If it is abuse, - why one is always sure to hear of it from one damned goodnatured friend or another!

When of a gossiping circle it was asked, "What are they doing?" The answer was, "Swapping lies.

Those that vow the most are the least sincere.

She's as headstrong as an allegory on the banks of the Nile.