It's a crime," and Blaney looked positively indignant.
"What would be the proper caper for my indefatigable energy ?" "You oughtn't to be energetic at all.

For you, just to _be_, is enough." "Not much it isn't! Why, if I just be'd, and didn't do anything else, I should die of that extreme bored feeling.

And, it isn't like you to recommend such an existence, anyway." "I shouldn't for any one else.

But you, oh, my lily-fair girl, you are so beautiful, so peerless----" "Good gracious, Mr.Blaney, what has come over you ?" Patty sat up straight, in dismay, for she had no intention of being talked to in that vein by Sam Blaney.
"The spell of your presence," he replied; "the spell of your beauty,--your charm, your----" "Please don't," said Patty, "please don't talk to me like that! I don't like it." "No?
Then of course I'll stop.

But the spell remains.