Happy to meet you again, Mr. Carew; I trust you don't forget me.'
Captain Carew put his hand in his pocket, and shook his head.
Carew's experiences on Trinidad produced an ineffaceable impression on his mind.
Carew smiled too, but he rose from his seat and moved away on some small pretence.
Mrs. Carew's active malice could invent but one sting for the heart of her step-daughter at so short a notice.
To any other man the steadiness of Carew's eyes might have been disconcerting.
Carew lacks the dewy freshness, the unstudied grace of Herrick.
This acknowledgment, I trust, will save me from any charge of overvaluing Carew.
So Carew and Meryl were left alone by the window, looking out into the pulsing southern night.
Carew is a gentleman before all; but a rather profane gentleman.