Of course there are a few exceptions.

There's Jazon, he's all right, and I have faith in Bosseron, and Legrace, and young Ronville." "Roussillon--" Beverley began.
"Is much of a blow-hard," Helm interrupted with a laugh.

"Barks loud, but his biting disposition is probably not vicious." "He and Father Beret control the whole population at all events," said Beverley.
"Yes, and such a population!" While joining in Captain Helm's laugh at the expense of Vincennes, Beverley took leave to indulge a mental reservation in favor of Alice.
He could not bear to class her with the crowd of noisy, thoughtless, mercurial beings whom he heard still singing gay snatches and calling to one another from distance to distance, as they strolled homeward in groups and pairs.

Nor could the impending danger of an enforced surrender to the English and Indians drive from his mind her beautiful image, while he lay for the rest of the night between sleeping and waking on his primitive bed, alternately hearing over again her every phrase and laugh, and striving to formulate some definite plan for defending the town and fort.

His heart was full of her.