Guessing what it was, I saluted her on the cheek.

The squire observed that a kiss of that sort might as well have been planted on her back hair.

'But,' said he, and wisely, 'I'd rather have the girl worth ten of you, than you be more than her match.

Girls like my girl here are precious.' Owing to her intercession, he winked at my departure after I had done duty among the tenants; he barely betrayed his vexation, and it must have been excessive.
Heriot and I rode over to Dipwell.

Next night we rode back by moonlight with matter for a year of laughter, singing like two Arabian poets praises of dark and fair, challengeing one to rival the other.