These remarks were delivered with a series of little jerks and pecks, of roulades of shrillness, and in an accent that was as some fond recall of good English,or rather of good American, in adversity.
"I don＇t like to have you, my dear?" said her brother."I＇m sure you＇re invaluable."
"I don＇t see any horrors anywhere," Isabel returned,looking about her. "Everything seems to me beautiful and precious."
"I＇ve a few good things," Mr. Osmond allowed;"indeed I＇ve nothing very bad. But I＇ve not what I should have liked."