"I want an interpreter between myself and the second handsomest woman in the kingdom of Naples: I know no one so fit for the office as the first." "With all my heart, dear Nelson," answered a full, rich female voice from within.

"Sir William is busied in his antiquities, and I was really getting to be ennuied for want of an occupation.

I suppose you have the wrongs of some injured lady to redress in your capacity of Lord High Chancellor of the Fleet." "I am yet ignorant of the nature of the complaint; but it is not unlikely it will turn out to be something like that which you suspect.
Even in such a case no better intercessor can be required than one who is so much superior to the frailties and weaknesses of her sex in general." The lady who now made her appearance from the inner cabin, though strikingly handsome, had not that in her appearance which would justify the implied eulogium of the British admiral's last speech.

There was an appearance of art and worldliness in the expression of her countenance that was only so much the more striking when placed in obvious contrast to the ingenuous nature and calm purity that shone in every lineament of the face of Ghita.

One might very well have passed for an image of the goddess Circe; while the other would have made no bad model for a vestal, could the latter have borne the moral impression of the sublime and heart-searching truths that are inculcated by the real oracles of God.