I like reading books about war dogs, shipwrecks, and lady aviators.
She could not help but think him a man of feeling, until he began to stagger her by the number of his quotations and the bewilderment of some of his sentences.
"Do you remember," said he, "Scott's beautiful lines on the sea? Oh! What a description they convey! They are never out of my thoughts when I walk here. That man who can read them unmoved must have the nerves of an assassin! Heaven defend me from meeting such a man unarmed."
"What description do you mean?" said Charlotte. "I remember none at this moment, of the sea, in either of Scott's poems."
"Do you not indeed? Nor can I exactly recall the beginning at this moment."