"The favor I ask is that you will lift the corner of your veil; otherwise you will haunt me." "I am doomed to haunt you, then.

If I should lift the corner of my veil something terrible would happen." "What! Are you as beautiful as that ?" There was a flash of teeth behind the veil, followed by the ripple of soft laughter.

"It is difficult to believe you to be English.

You are more like one of those absurd Americans." Maurice did not like the adjective.

"I am one of them," wondering what the effect of this admission would be.