I may be pretty, but I know I am not good.

Besides, I don't think we ought to hear what is said of us behind our backs." Ruth spoke so gravely, that Jemima feared lest she was displeased.
"Dear Mrs Denbigh, I never will admire or praise you again.

Only let me love you." "And let me love you!" said Ruth, with a tender kiss.
Jemima would not have been allowed to come so frequently if Mr Bradshaw had not been possessed with the idea of patronising Ruth.

If the latter had chosen, she might have gone dressed from head to foot in the presents which he wished to make her, but she refused them constantly; occasionally to Miss Benson's great annoyance.

But if he could not load her with gifts, he could show his approbation by asking her to his house; and after some deliberation, she consented to accompany Mr and Miss Benson there.