I've been as soft as a cooing dove.

Dr.Harlowe would have been delighted with me." "You _must_ go, Margaret, indeed you must.

_You_ may think yourself a dove, but others have a different opinion." "Going, going, gone!" she cried, giving me a vehement kiss and vanishing.
The consequence of this energetic visit was a relapse; and Dr.Harlowe was as angry as his nature admitted when he learned the cause.
"That wild-cat must not remain here," said he, shaking his head.

"She will kill my gentle patient.

Where did you find her, Mrs.Linwood?
From what menagerie has she broken loose ?" "She is the daughter of an early and very dear friend of mine," replied Mrs.Linwood, smiling; "a very original and independent young lady, I grant she is." "What in the world did you bring her here for ?" asked the doctor bluntly; "I intend to chain her, while my child is sick." "She wished to make a visit in the country, and I thought her wild good-humor would be a counterpoise to the poetry and romance of Grandison Place." "You have other more attractive and tractable guests.