But I would give them all their house rent-free, and a fat pig every Christmas.

Now you sit there and spread your lap, that I may help you properly.

I want to see you eat; you must learn to eat like a lady of the highest quality; for that you are going to be, I can tell you." The beautiful maid of the gill smiled sweetly, sitting on the low bank with the grace of simple nature and the playfulness of girlhood.

She looked up at Lancelot, the self-appointed man, with a bright glance of curious contemplation; and contemplation (of any other subject than self) is dangerously near contempt.

She thought very little of his large, free brag, of his patronizing manner, and fine self-content, reference of everything to his own standard, beauty too feminine, and instead of female gentleness, highly cultivated waywardness.