[Within parentheses let me tell thee, that I have often thought, that the
little words in the republic of letters, like the little folks in a nation,
are the most significant. The trisyllables, and the rumblers of syllables
more than three, are but the good-for-little magnates.]

I must not tell you, Madam--My master ordered me not to tell you--but he
is in a worse way than he thinks for!--But he would not have you
frighted.

High concern took possession of every sweet feature. She pitied me!--by
my soul, she pitied me!

Where is he?

Too much in a hurry for good manners, [another parenthesis, Jack! Good
manners are so little natural, that we ought to be composed to observe
them: politeness will not live in a storm]. I cannot stay to answer
questions, cries the wench--though desirous to answer [a third
parenthesis--Like the people crying proclamations, running away from the
customers they want to sell to]. This hurry puts the lady in a hurry to
ask, [a fourth, by way of establishing the third!] as the other does the
people in a hurry to buy. And I have in my eye now a whole street
raised, and running after a proclamation or express-crier, as if the
first was a thief, the other his pursuers.

At last, O Lord! let Mrs. Lovelace know!--There is danger, to be sure!
whispered from one nymph to another; but at the door, and so loud, that
my listening fair-one might hear.

Out she darts--As how! as how, Dorcas!