But that I
am fond of Wisdom, and often too fond, is because she remindeth me very strongly of Life!
I
am fond of history -- and am very well contented to take the false with the true.
I
am fond of the Winkies, and if I could get back again to the Country of the West, I should like nothing better than to rule over them forever."
"I
am fond of you, especially as you are the one live man among our whole set.
One day, as I was in the Alcana of Toledo, a boy came up to sell some pamphlets and old papers to a silk mercer, and, as I
am fond of reading even the very scraps of paper in the streets, led by this natural bent of mine I took up one of the pamphlets the boy had for sale, and saw that it was in characters which I recognised as Arabic, and as I was unable to read them though I could recognise them, I looked about to see if there were any Spanish-speaking Morisco at hand to read them for me; nor was there any great difficulty in finding such an interpreter, for even had I sought one for an older and better language I should have found him.
"But, for my part, not being a soldier, I
am fond of danger.
I
am fond of solitude and love the night, so my resolution to "camp out" was soon taken, and by the time that it was dark I had made my bed of boughs and grasses in a corner of the room and was roasting a quail at a fire that I had kindled on the hearth.
"I
am fond of her both for her own sake, and for--her mother's.
I have not much to show you; but such two or three curiosities as I have got, you might like to look over; and I
am fond of a bit of garden and a summer-house."
"I had once had some thought of fixing in town myself-- for I
am fond of superior society; but I did not feel quite certain that the air of London would agree with Lady Lucas."
I
am fond of my family; I'm a good daughter and sister-- I am!
"I
am fond of knowing something about the people I live among," said Dorothea, who had been watching everything with the interest of a monk on his holiday tour.
"Oh, sir, I
am fond of my own clothes," she murmured.
"Dear Mynheer van Systens," said William of Orange, with a serenity which, with him, took the place of a smile, "I am a true Hollander, I
am fond of the water, of beer, and of flowers, sometimes even of that cheese the flavour of which seems so grateful to the French; the flower which I prefer to all others is, of course, the tulip.
I
am fond of these jars, upon which, perhaps, misshapen, frightful monsters have fixed their cold, dull eyes, and in which myriads of small fish have slept, seeking a refuge from the pursuit of their enemies." Meanwhile, Danglars, who had cared little for curiosities, was mechanically tearing off the blossoms of a splendid orange-tree, one after another.