It was your business, face and all, to distrust appearances, and not me." "Ap--pear--ances were so strong that not to look m--miserable would have been to seem indifferent; there is no love where there is no jealousy." "Oh," said Julia, "he has let that out at last, after denying it a hundred times.

Now I say there is no true love without respect and confidence, and this doesn't exist where there is jealousy, and all about a trumpery bracelet." "Anything but tr--ump--ump--umpery; it came down from my ancestors." "You never had any; your behavior shows that." "I tell you it is an heirloom.

It was given to my mother by--" "Oh, we know all about that," said Julia.

"'This bracelet did an Egyptian to my mother give.' But you are not going to play Othello with me." "I shouldn't have a very gentle Desdemona." "No, you wouldn't, candidly.

No man shall ever bully and insult me, and then wake me out of my first sleep to smother me because my maid has lost one of his handkerchiefs at the wash." He burst out laughing at this, and tried to inveigle her into good-humor.
"Say no more about it," said he, "and I'll forgive you." "Forgive me, you little wretch!" cried Julia.