The doctor's walk—Chap. xvii.
"I ask an inestimable price for it, Miss Larkins" . . . . "Indeed! what is that!" returns Miss Larkins. "A flower of yours, that I may treasure it as a miser does gold"—Chap. xviii.
"Oh, really! you know how ignorant I am, and that I only ask for information, but isn't it always so! I thought that kind of life was on all hands understood to be—eh!"—Chap. XX.
Presently they brought her to the fireside, very much confused, and very shy—Chap. xxi.
