Would you know his virtues?
He is a most devoted son, a paragon of brothers, and a miracle of a host." I believe there is a dash of coquetry in every woman's nature.

There must have been in mine, or I could not have gone on, watching the red thermometer in Richard's cheek, rising higher and higher, though what I said was truth, unembellished by imagination.

It was what they _who run might read_.

I did not speak of those more subtle traits which, were invisible to the common eye, those characters which, like invisible writing, are brought out by a warm and glowing element.
"I am glad to hear you speak so openly in his praise," said Richard, with a brightening countenance; "even if I deserved such a tribute, I should not wish to know that you had paid it to me.

I would prize more one silent glance, one conscious blush, than the most labored eulogium the most eloquent lips could utter." "But I do praise you very much," I answered; "ask Mrs.Linwood, and Edith, and Mr.Regulus.Ask Mr.Linwood himself." "Never speak of me to _him_, Gabriella.