Everything that belongs to her, or is connected with her, is precious to me.

Mr.Larkins (a gruff old gentleman with a double chin, and one of his eyes immovable in his head) is fraught with interest to me.

When I can't meet his daughter, I go where I am likely to meet him.

To say 'How do you do, Mr.Larkins?
Are the young ladies and all the family quite well ?' seems so pointed, that I blush.
I think continually about my age.

Say I am seventeen, and say that seventeen is young for the eldest Miss Larkins, what of that?
Besides, I shall be one-and-twenty in no time almost.