There was in it a shadow of reproach, and such warmth of communicative cordiality as left me speechless.

I watched her instead till her hens' milk was ready.
'Now,' said she, 'taste that.' I did so, and swore it was nectar.

She collected her eggs and crouched in front of me to watch me eat.

There was about this tall young lady at the moment an air of motherliness delicious to behold.

I am like the English general, and to this day I still wonder at my moderation.
'What sort of clothes will you be wanting ?' said she.
'The clothes of a gentleman,' said I.