"It certainly is very beautiful; but how came he to speak of it ?" "It was after--after--once," responded Dorothy.
"And your arm," continued remorseless Madge, "how came he to speak of it?
You surely did not--" "No, no, Madge; I hope you do not think I would show him my arm.

I have not come to that.

I have a poor remnant of modesty left; but the Holy Mother only knows how long it will last.

No, he did not speak of my arm." "You spoke of your arm when you were before the mirror," responded Madge, "and you said, 'Perhaps some day--'" "Oh, don't, Madge.

Please spare me.