Then, Tyrrel, you'll see a beauty--face like a rose, hair brown as a nut, eyes that make your heart go galloping, the most enticing mouth, the prettiest figure, and she loves me with all her heart.

When she says 'John Thomas, dear one,' I tremble with pleasure, and when she lets me kiss her sweet mouth, I really don't know where I am.

What would you say if a girl whispered, 'I love you, and nobody but you,' and gave you a kiss that was like--like wine and roses?
Now what would you say ?" "I know as little as you do what I would say.

It's a situation to make a man coin new words.

I suppose your family are pleased." "Well, I never thought about my family till I had Lucy's word.