"O, upon my honour!" Jos said, making a motion as if he would lay his hand upon the spot in question. "You do me injustice, indeed you do--my dear Mrs. Crawley."
"I do, now your heart is true to your sister. But I remember two years ago--when it was false to me!" Rebecca said, fixing her eyes upon him for an instant, and then turning away into the window.
Jos blushed violently. That organ which he was accused by Rebecca of not possessing began to thump tumultuously. He recalled the days when he had fled from her, and the passion which had once inflamed him--the days when he had driven her in his curricle: when she had knit the green purse for him: when he had sate enraptured gazing at her white arms and bright eyes.

"Upon my honour!" Jos said. "You do me injustice, my dear Mrs. Crawley."
"Your heart is true to your sister. But I remember two years ago - when it was false to me!" Rebecca said, turning away to the window.
Jos blushed violently. His heart began to thump. He recalled the days when he had fled from her, and the passion which had once inflamed him.
