human
Come, now; I won't let you off, Miss Aggie. I say, _there's_ a question. What do you say? Come, now, you really must tell us. What _do_ you think of young Verney?
gpt
If you wish to know what _I_ think, interposed Miss Charity,
human
I think he's _the very nicest_ man I _ever_ spoke to. He's _so_ nice about religion. Wasn't he, Aggie?
gpt
Religion! egad--do you really mean to tell me--ha, ha, ha! Upon my soul, that's the richest thing!--now, _really_!
human
My goodness! How frightfully wicked you are,
gpt
True bill, egad! upon my soul, I'm afraid--ha, ha, ha!
human
Now, Captain Shrapnell, you _shall not_ walk with us, if you swear,
gpt
Yes, you _did_; and it's _extremely wicked_,
human
Well, I won't; I swear to you I won't, vowed the Captain, a little inconsistently;
gpt
You _are_ mad, Captain Shrapnell,
human
I can't say, really, I've formed any particular opinion. I think he is rather agreeable,
gpt
Well, so do _I_
human
Master Cleve can certainly be agreeable when he chooses; and you think him devilish good-looking--don't you?
gpt
I really can't say--he has very good features--but----
human
But what? Why every one allows that Verney's as good-looking a fellow as you'll meet with anywhere,
gpt
Well--yes--he may be handsome, said Miss Agnes.
human
I'm no very great critic; but I can't conceive any girl falling in love with him.
gpt
Oh! as to _that_--but--_why_?
human
His face, I think, is so selfish--somehow,
gpt
Is it now, really?--_how_? asked the Captain.
human
I'm _am-azed_ at you!
gpt
Well, there's a selfish hook--no, not a hook, a _curve_--of his nose, and a cruel crook of his shoulder,
human
You're determined to hit him by hook or by crook--ha, ha, ha--I say,
gpt
A _hook_! exclaimed Miss Charity, almost angrily;
human
Well, I can't help thinking what I think,
gpt
But you _don't_ think _that_--you _know_ you don't--you _can't_ think it,
human
No more she does, urged the Captain, with his teazing giggle;
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I really think what I said, replied Agnes, and her pretty face showed a brilliant colour, and her eyes had a handsome fire in them, for she was vexed;
human
Ha, ha, ha! very good, said the Captain, plucking out his whisker a little, and twiddling his moustache, and glancing down at his easy waistcoat, and perhaps ever so little put out; but he also saw over his shoulder Cleve crossing the Green towards them from the jetty, and not perhaps being quite on terms to call him
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Master Cleve