But what can she have done?
She can't have twisted Emily round her finger." "I don't suppose there is very much in it, but I thought it better to tell you.

Girls take fancies into their heads,--just for a time." "He's a handsome fellow, too," said Arthur Fletcher, musing in his sorrow.
"My cousin says he's a nasty Jew-looking man." "He's not that, Sir Alured.

He's a handsome man, with a fine voice;--dark, and not just like an Englishman; but still I can fancy--.

That's bad news for me, Sir Alured." "I think she'll forget all about him down here." "She never forgets anything.

I shall ask her, straight away.