Madam!—How long are we to be at this distance, Clary?
No longer, my dear Bella, if you allow me to call you sister. And I took her hand.
No fawning neither, Girl!
I withdrew my hand as hastily, as you may believe I should have done, had I, in feeling for one of your parcels under the wood, been bitten by a viper.
I beg pardon, said I,—Too-too ready to make advances, I am always subjecting myself to contempts.
People who know not how to keep a middle behaviour, said she, must ever do so.
I will fetch you the Kempis, Sister. I did. Here it is. You will find excellent things, Bella, in that little book.
I wish, retorted she, you had profited by them.
I wish you may, said I. Example from a sister older than one's self is a fine thing.
Older! saucy little fool!—And away she flung.