“She holds the brightly colored wires in her hand. "Well, that did the trick," she says, smiling.”
“If I hold her hand she says, ‘Don’t touch!’If I hold her foot she says ‘Don’t touch!’ But when I hold her waist-beads she pretends not to know.”
“She is not fair to outward viewAs many maidens be;Her loveliness I never knewUntil she smiled on me.Oh! then I saw her eye was bright,A well of love, a spring of light.”
“They like bright colors," she said. He smiled at her, those dark tameless eyes, half-bold and half-shy. "They like beautiful things," he said.”
“You’re evil. Did you know that?” She just smiled. “Well I’ve got to say, you do lookdevilish in my shirt.”
“She says she's ok but underneath her smile is her broken heart”