But I'm vexed; just as if I'd felt big and had burst.

I want you to be peaceful, of course I do; but I don't like my boy made a bet of." "Oh, tush, mother," said Robert impatiently.
"I heard 'em, my dear; and complimenting the lady they was, as they passed me.

If it vexes you my thinking it, I won't, dear; I reelly won't.

I see it lowers you, for there you are at your hat again.

It is lowering, to be made a bet of.