She likes you--she told me so; but she doesn't like you half as much as I do." The tutor flushed uncomfortably.
"Oh," said Tom, "you're always spoons on somebody, Jill.

I heard you tell that Duke chap you liked him better than anybody in the world." "O Tom! how dare you tell such a wicked falsehood?
I told him I liked him _nearly_ as much as Mr Armstrong, but not quite.

Really I did, Mr Armstrong." "I am very jealous of the Duke," said Mr Armstrong gravely.
Once across the Channel, Roger's spirits rose.

He had a presentiment he was on the right track.

Like a knight of old, set down to a desperate task, the fighting blood rose joyously within him.