Sally was a woman well educated--Polly also--both have read--both have sense--of parentage not mean--once modest both--still, they say, had been modest, but for me --not entirely indelicate now; though too little nice for my personal intimacy, loth as they both are to have me think so--the old one, too, a woman of family, though thus (from bad inclination as well as at first from low circumstances) miserably sunk:--and hence they all pretend to remember what once they were; and vouch for the inclinations and hypocrisy of the whole sex, and wish for nothing so ardently, as that I will leave the perverse lady to their management while I am gone to Berkshire; undertaking absolutely for her humility and passiveness on my return; and continually boasting of the many perverse creatures whom they have obliged to draw in their traces.
"Sally," he said, "it's your work--you'll have to go."
Sally was so clean-cut, direct, such a positive character.
I wonder where Sally is this morning."
But unconsciously Sally was always the fellow-worker--Myra--what Myra meant he could feel but not explain; yet these crowded days left little time for thoughts sweet but often intense with pain.
Sally's a wonder!
Sally ain't the kind to make a fool of herself about any man, let alone a gun-fighter."
Sally was a sweetheart, but she didn't talk much; after six years of marriage I knew I had to ask if I wanted to know what was going on.
But Sally is such a marvelous knitter that she will no doubt rejoice at your success.
Sally, or rather Sarah, must, from situation, be at this time the intimate friend and confidante of her sister.
They called his shop "The Hendrik Athenaeum and Circulating Library," and all the county subscribed; for, at first, the Wimples were the fashionable charity, "the Wimples were always so very respectable, you know," and Sally was such a sweet girl that really it was quite an interesting case.