But I forget! It's because you LIKE them so well.

Well, you need not fear to expose yourself to the fascinations of the wounded Christy Minstrel--I'm sure he's that--or to the unspeakable one, who is shyness itself, and would not dare to raise his eyes to you." There was a timid, hesitating step in the passage.

It paused before the door, moved away, returned, and finally asserted its intentions in the gentlest of taps.
"It's him; I'm sure of it," said Mrs.Hale, with a suppressed smile.
Kate threw open the door smartly, to the extreme discomfiture of a tall, dark figure that already had slunk away from it.

For all that, he was a good-looking enough fellow, with a moustache as long and almost as flexible as a ringlet.

Kate could not help noticing also that his hand, which was nervously pulling the moustache, was white and thin.
"Excuse me," he stammered, without raising his eyes, "I was looking for--for--the old lady.