He feels a little amused, and somewhat surprised.

She seems the last person in the world capable of hatred.
"Yes, I do," says she, nodding her delightful little head, "and he knows it.

People say a lot about family resemblances, but it seems wicked to think Uncle George is papa's brother.

For my part," recklessly, "I don't believe it." "Perhaps he's a changeling," says Sir Maurice.
"Oh, don't be silly," says Miss Bolton.

"Now, listen to this." She leans forward, her elbows on her knees, her eyes glistening with wrath.