I had to go twice after him.

I shall not go nor send a third time.

It really is too bad of him." "Dear heart," pleaded Jael, "mayhap he is not well." "Then he ought to write and say so.

No, no; he is a radical, and full of conceit; and he has done this one eyebrow, and then gone off laughing and saying, 'Now, let us see if the gentry can do the other amongst them.' If he doesn't come soon, I'll do the other eyebrow myself." "Mayhap he will never come again," said Jael.
"Oh, yes, he will," said Grace, mighty cunningly; "he is as fond of coming here as we are of having him.

Not that I'm at all surprised; for the fact is, you are very pretty, extremely pretty, abominably pretty." "I might pass in Cairnhope town," said Jael, modestly, "but not here.
The moon goes for naught when the sun is there.