That relic I've had a glimpse of"-- with which she continued to invoke the privilege of humour.

"But the precious little innermost, say this time little golden, personal nature of you--blest by a greater power, I think, even than the Pope--that you've never consentingly shown me.

I'm not sure you've ever consentingly shown it to anyone.

You've been in general too modest." Maggie, trying to follow, almost achieved a little fold of her forehead.
"I strike you as modest to-day--modest when I stand here and scream at you ?" "Oh, your screaming, I've granted you, is something new.

I must fit it on somewhere.