His native devilry suffered a stir at sight of an innocent in knowledge and spotless after experiences.

By a sudden singular twist, rather unfairly, naturally, as it happened, he attributed it to an influence issuing from her mistress, to whom the girl was devoted, whom consequently she copied; might physically, and also morally, at a distance, resemble.
'Well, you've been a faithful servant to your lady, my dear; I hope you'll be comfortable here,' he said.

'She likes the mountains.' 'My lady would be quite contented if she could pass two months of the year in the mountains,' Madge answered.
'Look at me.

They say people living together get a likeness to one another.

What's your opinion?
Upon my word, your eyebrows remind me, though they're not the colour--they have a bend!' 'You've seen my lady in danger, my lord.' 'Yes; well, there 's no one to resemble her there, she has her mark--kind of superhuman business.