He offers to turn the current of a Republican's brain, by resting a coronet on his forehead for just five seconds.
Howsoever these things be, it was true that Emilia's feet presently crossed, and she was soon to be seen with her right elbow doubled against her head as she leaned to the wall, and the little left fist stuck at her belt.

And I maintain that she had no sense at all of acting Spanish prince disguised as page.

Nor had she an idea that she was making her friend Wilfrid's heart perform to her lightest words and actions, like any trained milk-white steed in a circus.

Sunlight, as well as Wilfrid's braided cap, had some magical influence on her.

He assured her that she looked a charming boy, and she said, "Do I ?" just lifting her chin.
A gardener was shaving the lawn.
"Please, spare those daisies," cried Emilia.