Look, Lizzie, -- now isn't he handsome?
I never saw such eyes." Elizabeth did not look, but she spoke, and the words lacked no point that lips could give them.
"I am thankful, Rose, that my head does not run upon the things that yours does!" "What does yours run upon then ?" said Rose pouting.

"The other one, I suppose.

That's the one you were helping with your strawberries just now.

I dont think it is the wisest thing Mr.
Haye has ever done, to send you and me here; -- it's a pity there wasn't somebody to warn him." "Rose!" -- said the other, and her eyes seemed to lighten, one to the other, as she spoke, -- "you know I don't like such talk -- I detest and despise it! -- it is utterly beneath me.

You may indulge in all the nonsense you please, and descend to what you please; -- but please to understand, _I will not hear it_." Miss Cadwallader's eye fairly gave way under the lightning.
Elizabeth's words were delivered with an intensity that kept them quiet, though with the last degree of clear utterance; and turning, as Rufus came up, she gave him a glare of her dark brown eyes that astonished him, and made off with a quick step to a part of the field where she could pick strawberries at a distance from everybody.