Thomas Nelson Page,
Polly: A Christmas Recollection
“ She surpassed in loveliness the rose-buds that lay on her bosom, and the impertinence that could dare aspire to her broke over the old man in a fresh wave. He had nursed his wrath all the evening."Polly!" he blurted out, suddenly rising with a jerk from his arm-chair, and unconsciously striking an attitude [24] before the astonished girl, "do you want to marry Bob?""Why, no," cried Polly, utterly shaken out of her composure by the suddenness and vehemence of the attack. ”
