But there was one misfortune: thinking to help, she was rather towardly than otherwise to my Dutchman.

And I could not but reflect that Miss Balfour had rather suddenly outgrown her bashfulness.

And there was another thing, the difference of our speech.

I had the Low Country tongue and dwelled upon my words; she had a hill voice, spoke with something of an English accent, only far more delightful, and was scarce quite fit to be called a deacon in the craft of talking English grammar; so that, for a brother and sister, we made a most uneven pair.

But the young Hollander was a heavy dog, without so much spirit in his belly as to remark her prettiness, for which I scorned him.