You look like me.

You are enough sight better than you would be if you were better, and you can make what you can out of that.

Now, you must go to bed.

You haven't told Harriet and Susan yet, have you ?" "No, grandmother." "I'll tell them myself in the morning," said the old lady with a chuckle which made her ancient face a mask of mirth and mischief.
"Now, you run along and go to bed.

This book is dull, but I want to see how wicked the writer tried to make it and the heroine is just making an awful effort to run away with a married man.