It makes _having_ such a deep and high--indeed a perfect thing! I take pleasure without an atom of shame in every rich thing you have brought me.

Do you think, if you died, and I carried your watch, I should ever cease to feel the watch was yours?
Just so they are your ponies; and if you don't like me to say so, you can contradict me every time, you know, all the same." "I know people will think I am like the lady we heard of the other day, who told her husband the sideboard was hers, not his.

Thomas, I _hate_ to look like the rich one, when all that makes life worth living for, or fit to be lived, was and is given me by you." "No, no, no, my darling! don't say that; you terrify me.

I was but the postman that brought you the good news." "Well! and what else with me and the ponies and the money and all that?
Did I make the ponies?
Or did I even earn the money that bought them?
It is only the money my father and brother have done with.

Don't make me look as if I did not behave like a lady to my own husband, Thomas." "Well, my beautiful, I'll make up for all my wrongs by ordering you about as if I were the Marquis of Saluzzo, and you the patient Grisel." "I wish you would.