I've discovered that," he insisted, staring back at her.
"Lord!" said I."Would you linger here making sheep's eyes at yonder ragged baggage?
Come, sir, if you please." "I tell you, I would give a half year's pay to see her washed and clothed becomingly!" "You never will," said I impatiently, and jogged his elbow to make him move.

For he was ever a prey to strange and wayward fancies which hitherto I had only smiled at.

But now, somehow--perhaps because there might have been some excuse for this one--perhaps because what a man rescues he will not willingly leave to another--even such a poor young thing as this plaything of the camp--for either of these reasons, or for none at all, this ogling of her did not please me.
Most unwillingly he yielded to the steady pressure of my elbow; and we moved on, he turning his handsome head continually.

After a while he laughed.
"Nevertheless," said he, "there stands the rarest essence of real beauty I have ever seen, in lady born or beggar; and I am an ass to go my way and leave it for the next who passes." I said nothing.
He grumbled for a while below his breath, then: "Yes, sir! Sheer beauty--by the roadside yonder--in ragged ribbons and a withered rose.

Only--such Puritans as you perceive it not." After a silence, and as we entered the gateway to the manor house: "I swear she wore no paint, Loskiel--whatever she is like enough to be." "Good heavens!" said I."Are you brooding on her still ?" Yet, I myself was thinking of her, too; and because of it a strange, slow anger was possessing me.
"Thank God," thought I to myself, "no woman of the common class could win a second glance from me.