"You would bring trouble to any man, but to Sir John Manners--well, if he intends to keep up these meetings with you it would be better for his peace and happiness that he should get him a house in hell, for he would live there more happily than on this earth." "That is a foolish, senseless remark, Malcolm," the girl replied, tossing her head with a show of anger in her eyes.

"This is no time to jest." I suppose I could not have convinced her that I was not jesting.
"At first we did not speak to each other even to say good day, but stood by the well in silence for a very long time.

The village people were staring at us, and I felt that every window had a hundred faces in it, and every face a hundred eyes." "You imagined that," said I, "because of your guilty conscience." "Perhaps so.

But it seemed to me that we stood by the well in silence a very long time.

You see, Cousin Malcolm, I was not the one who should speak first.