Her countenance seemed known to me, and yet unknown.

She looked at me and smiled, when I made my appearance.
"Ah! were you the prisoner there?
I am very glad I have wiled you out." "Do you know me then ?" "Do you not know me?
But you hurt me, and that, I suppose, makes it easy for a man to forget.

You broke my globe.

Yet I thank you.

Perhaps I owe you many thanks for breaking it.