I hate old maids: they make me dismal to look at them.

I never see Sharp without shuddering.

My little black-eyed monkey was never meant for anything so ugly.

And there's Maynard Gilfil the best man in the county, worth his weight in gold, heavy as he is; he loves you better than his eyes.

And you love him too, you silly monkey, whatever you may say about not being married.' 'No, no, dear Padroncello, do not say so; I could not marry him.' 'Why not, you foolish child?
You don't know your own mind.