Otherwise they are the better, they come round quicker to good blood, at their age--I speak of English boys--for a little hostile exercise of their fists.

Well, for one thing, it teaches them the value of sparring.' 'I must imagine I am not one of the naughty sisterhood,--for I cannot think I should ever give consent to fighting of any description, unless for the very best of reasons,' said the countess.
His eyes were at the trick of the quarter-minute's poising.

Her lids fluttered.

'Oh, I don't mean to say I was one of the good,' she added.
At the same time her enlivened memory made her conscious of a warning, that she might, as any woman might, so talk on of past days as to take, rather more than was required of the antidote she had come for.
The antidote was excellent; cooling, fortifying; 'quite a chalybeate,' her aunt would say, and she was thankful.

Her heart rose on a quiet wave of the thanks, and pitched down to a depth of uncounted fathoms.