Allow me to pick it up." Before he could touch the bill she snatched it from the pavement, tore it into fragments, and threw them over the wall.
"Bravo!" cried the captain.

"You remind me of your poor dear mother.
The family spirit, Miss Vanstone.

We all inherit our hot blood from my maternal grandfather." "How did you come by it ?" she asked, suddenly.
"My dear creature, I have just told you," remonstrated the captain.

"We all come by it from my maternal grandfather." "How did you come by that handbill ?" she repeated, passionately.
"I beg ten thousand pardons! My head was running on the family spirit .-- How did I come by it?
Briefly thus." Here Captain Wragge entered on his personal statement; taking his customary vocal exercise through the longest words of the English language, with the highest elocutionary relish.

Having, on this rare occasion, nothing to gain by concealment, he departed from his ordinary habits, and, with the utmost amazement at the novelty of his own situation, permitted himself to tell the unmitigated truth.
The effect of the narrative on Magdalen by no means fulfilled Captain Wragge's anticipations in relating it.