Once she stopped to take hold of a spray of jessamine, and softly kiss it; it had been her mother's favourite flower.
Old Thomas was standing by the horse-mount, and was also an observer of all her goings-on.

But, while Mr Bellingham's feeling was that of passionate admiration mingled with a selfish kind of love, the old man gazed with tender anxiety, and his lips moved in words of blessing: "She's a pretty creature, with a glint of her mother about her; and she's the same kind lass as ever.

Not a bit set up with yon fine manty-maker's shop she's in.

I misdoubt that young fellow though, for all she called him a real gentleman, and checked me when I asked if he was her sweetheart.

If his are not sweetheart's looks, I've forgotten all my young days.