"That's what Sidney says when I tease him.

I know I am only the mouse, but I could gnaw through very strong cords.
Look!" Her teeth gleamed white in the moonlight.

He swung open the gate.
"Sing your way into the hearts of all these strange people," he bade her, smiling.

"Sing the envy and malice away from them.

Sing so that they believe that England, after all, is the one desirable country." "But I am going to sing in French," she pouted.
"Your name," he reminded her, "that is English.