Would you like to see my letter ?" "Oh, yes," she replied carelessly.
She read it through and asked: "Well, are you going over to him--going to forsake me ?" "How can you ask me?
Won't you show me your letter, Christina ?" "No, John," she answered, mimicking my impassioned tones.

"I may steal the President's savings, but I respect his confidence." "You see what he says to me about McGregor." "Yes," said the signorina.

"It is not, you know, news to me.

But, curious to relate, the colonel has just been here himself and told me the same thing.

The colonel has not a nice way of making love, Jack--not so nice as yours nearly." Thus encouraged, I went and sat down by her.