There was the vacant staring eye and the parted lips, just as I had seen them in her girlhood, and her little hands were clenched until the knuckles gleamed like ivory.
"Ah, that captain!" said she, talking to the heath and the whin-bushes.

"There is a man so strong, so resolute! What woman would not be proud of a man like that ?" "Aye, he did well!" I cried with enthusiasm.
She looked at me as if she had forgotten my existence.
"I would give a year of my life to meet such a man," said she.
"But that is what living in the country means.

One never sees anybody but just those who are fit for nothing better." I do not know that she meant to hurt me, though she was never very backward at that; but whatever her intention, her words seemed to strike straight upon a naked nerve.
"Very well, Cousin Edie," I said, trying to speak calmly, "that puts the cap on it.

I'll take the bounty in Berwick to-night." "What, Jack! you be a soldier!" "Yes, if you think that every man that bides in the country must be a coward." "Oh, you'd look so handsome in a red coat, Jack, and it improves you vastly when you are in a temper.

I wish your eyes would always flash like that, for it looks so nice and manly.