The return of Mr Casby with his daughter Flora, put an end to these meditations.
Here Flora tittered confusedly, and gave him one of her old glances.
Flora, uttering these words in a deep voice, enjoyed herself immensely.
Flora, who had seemed enchanting in all she said and thought, was diffuse and silly.
Flora, who had been spoiled and artless long ago, was determined to be spoiled and artless now.
Flora had at last talked herself out of breath for one moment.
As naturally, he could not walk on thinking for ten minutes without recalling Flora.
All of which Flora said with so much headlong vehemence as if she really believed it.
Flora, whom he had left a lily, had become a peony; but that was not much.
Flora put her hand tenderly on his, and gave him another of the youthful glances.
