Come, I'm sorry I frightened you.

I can say no more than that; it is the fault of your sex, which is so complaisant." He put his hand into his pocket and drew out a handful of coins.
"Here's a sovereign," he said, "to buy a ribbon.

It can't make you prettier, but may it make you kinder when next we meet!" He flung the coin as though he expected me to catch it, but, of course, I made no effort to do so and it fell on the ground and rolled away into a heap of dead leaves.

No matter what happened I could not have kept myself from kicking at it contemptuously with my foot where it lay.
"Not enough, eh ?" he asked, his eyebrows raised in amusement.

"Would five do ?" I stared at him and the colour flamed in my cheeks.
"Why, you are prettier than ever," he said.