R. D. Blackmore,
Lorna Doone — 50. A merry meeting a sad one
(1869)
“ Only think how strange, Cousin Ridd, I cannot make him believe it.''It is not strange at all,' I answered; 'considering how he values money. Neither would any one else believe you, except by looking into your true, and very pretty eyes, dear.'Now I beg that no one will suspect for a single moment, either that I did not mean exactly what I said, or meant a single atom more, or would not have said the same, if Lorna had been standing by. What I had always liked in Ruth, was the calm, straightforward gaze, and beauty of her large brown eyes. ”
