Sure, 'tis impossible the demure, prim thing.

Sure all the world is hypocrisy Well, I thank my stars, whatsoever sufferings I have, I have none in reputation.

I wonder at the men; I could never think her handsome.

She has really a good shape and complexion but no mein; and no woman has the use of her beauty without mein.

Her charms are dumb, they want utterance.