She has been teaching me how to herring-bone.

I like Barbara." "How kind of you!" I say, ironically, and yet a little gratified too.
"And does she return the compliment, may I ask ?" He nods.
"Yes, I think so." "She would like you better still if you were to lose all your money, and one of your legs, and be marked by the small-pox," I say, thoughtfully; "to be despised, and out at elbows, and down in the world, is the sure way to Barbara's heart." I had meant to have drawn for him a pleasant and yet most true picture of her sweet disinterestedness, but his uneasy vanity takes it amiss.
"As it entails being enrolled among the blind and lame," he says, smiling sarcastically, and flushing a little, "I am afraid I shall never get there." A moment ago I had felt hardly less than sisterly toward him.

Now I look at him with a disgustful and disapprobative eye.

What a very great deal of alteration he needs, and, with that face, and his abbey, and all his rooks to back it, how very unlikely he is to get it! Well, _I_ at least will do my best! We both remain quiet for a few moments.

Vick sits at the end of the punt, a shiver of excitement running all over her little white body, her black nose quivering, and one lip slightly lifted by a tooth, as she gazes with eager gravity at the distant wild-ducks flying along in a row, with outstretched necks, making their pleasant quacks.