By my God I will!" "Well, Ursula, I assure you that I shall sinivate, as you call it, nothing of the kind about you.

I have no doubt, from what you have said, that you are a very paragon of virtue--a perfect Lucretia; but.

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." "My name is Ursula, brother, and not Lucretia: Lucretia is not of our family, but one of the Bucklands; she travels about Oxfordshire; yet I am as good as she any day." "Lucretia! how odd! Where could she have got that name?
Well, I make no doubt, Ursula, that you are quite as good as she, and she as her namesake of ancient Rome; but there is a mystery in this same virtue, Ursula, which I cannot fathom; how a thief and a liar should be able, or indeed willing, to preserve her virtue is what I don't understand.

You confess that you are very fond of gold.