I would not turn my back on her, but face her manfully.

Look at her picture, Dick.

Was ever countenance sweeter than hers--lips more tempting, or eyes more melting! Is she not adorable?
Zounds!" he exclaimed, suddenly pausing, and staring at the portrait--"Would you believe it, Dick?
The fair Isole winked at me--I'll swear she did.

I mean--I will venture to affirm upon oath, if required, that she winked." "Pshaw!" exclaimed Richard.

"The fumes of the wine have mounted to your brain, and disordered it." "No such thing," cried Nicholas, regarding the picture as steadily as he could--"she's leering at me now.