But standing near the old oak frame which holds our large looking-glass, I saw her reflected in it, slyly slipping the locket which Mr.Franklin had given to her, out of the bosom of her dress, and showing it to him for a moment, with a smile which certainly meant something out of the common, before she tripped off to bed.

This incident staggered me a little in the reliance I had previously felt on my own judgment.

I began to think that Penelope might be right about the state of her young lady's affections, after all.
As soon as Miss Rachel left him eyes to see with, Mr.Franklin noticed me.

His variable humour, shifting about everything, had shifted about the Indians already.
"Betteredge," he said, "I'm half inclined to think I took Mr.Murthwaite too seriously, when we had that talk in the shrubbery.

I wonder whether he has been trying any of his traveller's tales on us?
Do you really mean to let the dogs loose ?" "I'll relieve them of their collars, sir," I answered, "and leave them free to take a turn in the night, if they smell a reason for it." "All right," says Mr.Franklin.