Let me alone, and I shall talk to you more than I ought to, probably.

We never tell our secrets to people that pump for them.
Books we talked about, and education.

It was her duty to know something of these, and of course she did.

Perhaps I was somewhat more learned than she, but I found that the difference between her reading and mine was like that of a man's and a woman's dusting a library.

The man flaps about with a bunch of feathers; the woman goes to work softly with a cloth.