I'll cut it into fragments, and burn them before your face.

Why, uncle, what do you take me for?
You're not a bit nice to-night to make such an offer as that to me; not a bit, not a bit." And then she came over from her seat at the tea-tray and sat down on a foot-stool close at his knee.
"Because I'd have a French bonnet if I had a large fortune, is that a reason why I should like one now?
if you were to pay four pounds for a bonnet for me, it would scorch my head every time I put it on." "I don't see that: four pounds would not ruin me.

However, I don't think you'd look a bit better if you had it; and, certainly, I should not like to scorch these locks," and putting his hand upon her shoulders, he played with her hair.
"Patience has a pony-phaeton, and I'd have one if I were rich; and I'd have all my books bound as she does; and, perhaps, I'd give fifty guineas for a dressing-case." "Fifty guineas!" "Patience did not tell me; but so Beatrice says.

Patience showed it to me once, and it is a darling.

I think I'd have the dressing-case before the bonnet.