And Lucy, mother, she is so fair and sweet! If you could only see her!" "I have seen her." "Oh, mother dear, don't speak unkindly of her!" "Nay; why should I?
She is, as you say, very pretty; and I'll warrant she is as good as she is pretty.

I could trust Lugur to bring her up properly--but she is not a mate for you." "I will have no other mate." "Miss Lugur may be all your fancy paints her, but why should your mother be asked to leave her home, her duties, and pleasures for a year?
To subject herself to bad weather and sickness and loneliness and fatigue of all kinds in order that she may throw the mantle of her social respectability over an equivocal situation.

I do not blame the girl, but I feel more keenly and bitterly than I can tell you the humiliation and discomfort you would gladly put upon me in order to give yourself the satisfaction of Miss Lugur's company.

Harry, you are the most selfish creature I ever met.

John has promised to give up your rightful assistance in the mill, to really do your work for a year, your income is to be paid in full, though you won't earn a farthing of it; you expect the use of the yacht for yourself and a girl out of my knowledge and beneath my social status.