The unexpected vision of this accusing Captain of the Alphabet, this resplendent and haunting A.fronting him bodily, threw Ripton straight back in his chair, while Guilt, with her ancient indecision what colours to assume on detection, flew from red to white, from white to red, across his fallen chaps.

Letty laughed triumphantly.
Amor, the word she had in mind, certainly has a connection with Arson.
But the delivery of a letter into Master Ripton's hands, furnished her with other and likelier appearances to study.

For scarce had Ripton plunged his head into the missive than he gave way to violent transports, such as the healthy-minded little damsel, for all her languishing cadences, deemed she really could express were a downright declaration to be made to her.

The boy did not stop at table.

Quickly recollecting the presence of his family, he rushed to his own room.