But I shock all your prejudices; that's one comfort." "My prejudices?
I haven't a prejudice to bless myself with.

There's intellectual poverty for you." "The more shame to you; I've some delicious ones.

Of course I spoil your flirtation, or whatever it is you call it, with your cousin; but I don't care for that, as I render her the service of drawing you out.

She'll see how thin you are." "Ah, do draw me out!" Ralph exclaimed.

"So few people will take the trouble." Miss Stackpole, in this undertaking, appeared to shrink from no effort; resorting largely, whenever the opportunity offered, to the natural expedient of interrogation.