Indeed, I told her, point blank, he loved her.

That, you know, is different from saying, dying of love, which would have been an untruth.
But, Evan, of course! No getting him! Should Juliana ever reproach me, I can assure the child that any man is in love with any woman--which is really the case.

It is, you dear humdrum! what the dictionary calls "nascent." I never liked the word, but it stands for a fact.' The Countess here exhibits the weakness of a self-educated intelligence.
She does not comprehend the joys of scholarship in her employment of Latinisms.

It will be pardoned to her by those who perceive the profound piece of feminine discernment which precedes it.
'I do think I shall now have courage to stay out the pic-nic,' she continues.

'I really do not think all is known.