Emilia put her hands on his shoulders, and submitted her face to him.
"There!" went Mr.Pole: "'pon my honour, it does me good:--better than medicine! But you mustn't give that dose to everybody, my dear.

You don't, of course.

All right, all right--I'm quite satisfied.

I was only thinking of you going to Italy, among those foreign rascals, who've no more respect for a girl than they have for a monkey--their brother.

A set of swindlers! I took you for the wife of one when you came in, at first.