She is like the ancient statues of Venus, massive and grand, but not clumsy; he is lean and sinewy, as a man ought to be." "Oh, doctor, this from you ?" said Grace, with undisguised spite.
"Well, it WAS a concession.

He was leaning on her shoulder, and her face and downcast eyes were turned toward him so sweetly--said I to myself--Hum!" "What!" said Raby.

"Would you marry him to a farmer's daughter ?" "No; I'd let him marry whom he likes; only, having seen him and his nurse together, it struck me that, between two such fine creatures of the same age, the tender relation of patient and nurse, sanctioned, as I hear it is, by a benevolent uncle--" "Confound your impudence!" "-- Would hardly stop there.

What do you think, Miss Carden ?" "I'll tell you, if you will promise, on your honor, never to repeat what I say." And she slackened her pace, and lingered behind Mr.Raby.
He promised her.
"Then," she whispered in his ear, "I HATE YOU!" And her eyes flashed blue fire at him, and startled him.
Then she darted forward, and took Mr.Raby's arm, with a scarlet face, and a piteous deprecating glance shot back at the sagacious personage she had defied.
Dr.Amboyne proceeded instantly to put himself in this young lady's place, and so divine what was the matter.

The familiar process soon brought a knowing smile to his sly lip.
They entered the church, and went straight to the forge.
Raby stood with folded arms, and contemplated the various acts of sacrilege with a silent distress that was really touching.
Amboyne took more interest in the traces of the combat.