Oh, painted smirk of a hopeless dawn, the girl is still wearing her breeches.

It was hopeless. She was flawless. She was a sunbeam. Mosca gave up and got on with hating her.

It did seem hard to be doing something heroic while everyone was too busy to notice.

Brand a man as a thief and no one will ever hire him for honest labor - he will be a hardened robber within weeks. The brand does not reveal a person's nature, it shapes it.

My dear fellow," he continued more soberly, "If you have managed to complicate things by forming a sentimental attachment in less than a week, then I doubt there is anything I can do for you. You, sir, are a romantic, and I suspect your condition is incurable.

Tea is the magic key to the vault where my brain is kept.

If you want someone to tell you what to think," the phantom answered briskly, without looking up, "you will never be short of people willing to do so." . . . "Come now," he said at last, "you can hardly claim that I have left you ignorant. I taught you to read, did I not?