She is a woman of the most malicious fine wit imaginable.
She is a generous woman, a magnanimous woman; wear her chains and she will not brain you with her club.

She is the light, the centre of every society where she appears, like what shall I say?
like the moon in a bowl of old Rhenish.

And you will drain that bowl to the bottom to seize her, as it were--catch a correct idea of her; ay, and your brains are drowned in the attempt.

Yes, Richie; I was aware of your residence at Riversley.

Were you reminded of your wandering dada on Valentine's day?
Come, my boy, we have each of us a thousand things to relate.