So he despises you," and she glanced at her good-looking cousin, and his handsome buggy and well-kept horse, and then burst into another merry peal of laughter.
Mr.Harry laughed, too.

"It does seem absurd.

Sometimes when I pass him jogging along to town in his rickety old cart, and look at his pale, cruel face, and know that he is a broken-down gambler and man of the world, and yet considers himself infinitely superior to me a young man in the prime of life, with a good constitution and happy prospects, it makes me turn away to hide a smile." By this time we had left the river and the meadows far behind us, and were passing through a thick wood.

The road was narrow and very broken, and Fleetfoot was obliged to pick his way carefully.

"Why does the Englishman live in this out-of-the-way place, if he is so fond of city life ?" said Miss Laura.
"I don't know," said Mr.Harry.