"Look you, Audrey! I wish you no great harm, child.

You mind me at times of one that I knew many years ago, before ever I was chaplain to my Lord Squander or husband to my Lady Squander's waiting-woman.

A hunter may use a decoy, and he may also, on the whole, prefer to keep that decoy as good as when 'twas made.

Buy not thy roses too dearly, Audrey." To Audrey he spoke in riddles.

She took from her hair the loosened buds, and looked at them lying in her hand.