Have I grown very old ?" asked he.
"No, not old.

I see the boy I remember; but your face is not so clear as it used to be." Lawrence Newt laughed.
"You compliment me without knowing it.

My face is the lid of a chest full of the most precious secrets; would you have the lid transparent?
I am a merchant.

Suppose every body could look in through my face and see what I really think of the merchandise I am selling! What profit do you think I should make?
No, no, we want no tell-tale faces in South Street." He said this in a tone that corresponded with the expression which baffled Mrs.Simcoe, and perplexed her only the more.

But it did not repel her nor beget distrust.