She's not a woman; she's a Sun-angel.
You are rowing, not running, after a Sun-angel.

Is that correct?
I say, don't drive through the water like that; you'll pull the boat round." Errington slackened his speed and laughed.

"It's only curiosity," he said, lifting his hat, and pushing back the clustering dark-brown curls from his brow.

"I bet you that sleek Dyceworthy fellow meant the old _bonde_ and his daughter, when he spoke of persons who were 'ejected' from the social circles of Bosekop.

Fancy Bosekop society presuming to be particular--what an absurd idea!" "My good fellow, don't pretend to be so deplorably ignorant! Surely you know that a trumpery village or a two-penny town is much more choice and exclusive in its 'sets' than a great city?
I wouldn't live in a small place for the world.