H. B. Marriott Watson,
Galloping Dick — Chapter 3
(1896)
“ I think shame on myself, but ’twas not of purpose or proposal; and if you will allow me I will here take my leave.” “Lard!” she cries, making an eye at me, “you are in haste to be quit of us. Sure, since you please Cynthia, we must do our best for you,” and then, tapping Miss upon the cheek, “Fie, sis!” she says, laughing, “you have excellent taste, you gixie, you. I shall yet make a woman of you.” But Miss drew back with a gesture, and looking all pink and warm like a peony-flower. “Oh, your ladyship is cruel,” she broke out with tears, “you deride me and you shame me.” ”
