The tanner in the bower gave approval with a cough, like Cupid with a sneeze; then he turned it to a snore.
"Mary, why do you carry on like this ?" the smuggler inquired, in a very gentle voice.

"I have done nothing to offend you, have I?
That would be the last thing I would ever do." "Captain Lyth, you are always very good; you never should think such things of me.

I am just looking at a particular cloud.

And who ever said that you might call me 'Mary' ?" "Perhaps the particular cloud said so; but you must have been the cloud yourself, for you told me only yesterday." "Then I will never say another word about it; but people should not take advantage." "Who are people?
How you talk! quite as if I were somebody you never saw before.

I should like you just to look round now, and let me see why you are so different from yourself." Mary Anerley looked round; for she always did what people liked, without good reason otherwise; and if her mind was full of clouds, her eyes had little sign of them.
"You look as lovely as you always do," said the smuggler, growing bolder as she looked at something else.