Should you ever go to the great city, among the grand folks, you would make a sensation, madam.

I have made one myself, who am dark; the chi she is kauley, which last word signifies black, which I am not, though rather dark.

There's no colour like white, madam; it's so lasting, so genteel.

Gentility will carry the day, madam, even with the young rye.

He will ask words of the black lass, but beg the word of the fair." In the meantime Mr.Petulengro and myself entered into conversation.