I stopped him and pointed cross-lots to you.

That is my whole offense; and when you arrived, the wanderer, in a spirit of gratitude I entirely commend, was very properly mumbling over my hands." Bess drew Dorothy into the room.
"There!" cried she, "I have done my utmost best for both.

I shall now look after Mr.Fopling.Poor child, he has already been neglected too long!" Bess, departing, left behind her two young people wondrously embarrassed.

Richard had been plunged into a most craven condition; while Dorothy, head drooping like a flower gone to sleep, the flush creeping from her brow to her cheek, began to cry gently.

Two large, round, woeful tears came slowly into the corners of her eyes, paused a moment as though to survey the world, and then ran timidly down, one on each side of her nose.
At this piteous sight, Richard became a hero.