She's nothing to you.

She can't bite you .-- Ask the dentist.

Come, come! that's all nonsense.

I shall be at the stile beyond the turnpike-gate all the afternoon--waiting till you come." "The moment I see you--anywhere upon the road--that moment I shall turn back .-- Do you think," she added with half-amused indignation, "I would put up with having all the gossips of Testbridge talk of my going out on a Sunday evening with a boy like you ?" Tom Helmer's face flushed.

He caught up the gloves, threw the price of them on the counter, and walked from the shop, without even a good night.
"Hullo!" cried George Turnbull, vaulting over the counter, and taking the place Helmer had just left opposite Mary; "what did you say to the fellow to send him off like that?
If you do hate the business, you needn't scare the customers, Mary." "I don't hate the business, you know quite well, George.