He begged my forgiveness, but he did love her so!--he hoped I would not mind.

I sent him a reproachful answer; I never cared for him more warmly than when I saw the letter shoot the slope of the postoffice mouth.

Aunt Dorothy undertook to communicate assurances of my undying affection for him.

As for Janet--Temple's letter, in which he spoke of her avowed preference for Oriental presents, and declared his intention of accumulating them on his voyages, was a harpoon in her side.

By means of it I worried and terrified her until she was glad to have it all out before the squire.
What did he do?
He said that Margery, her mother, was niggardly; a girl wanted presents, and I did not act up to my duty; I ought to buy Turkey and Tunis to please her, if she had a mind for them.
The further she was flattered the faster she cried; she had the face of an old setter with these hideous tears.