I think myself I ought to be shot for writing such nonsense.... But it's unquestionably good escapist literature and I think I should rather like it if I were sitting in an air-raid shelter or recovering from flu.

Will you marry me, vile and abominable girl that you are? Yes, but, mind, it only to save my neck from being wrung!

Well, you have the right to make a sacrifice of yourself, but I'll be damned if I'll let you sacrifice me!

[...]my memory is reasonably good—unlike yours, dear sir!” “Mine is erratic,” he said imperturbably. “I remember only what interests me.

Oh, 'tis not my qualities they object to! 'Tis my lack of vice.

What is your name?" "Again sir, that is no concern of yours." "A mystery," he said. "I shall have to call you Clorinda." ..... "Judith! What the devil? exclaimed Peregrine. "Has there been an accident?" "Judith," repeated the gentleman of the curricle pensively. "I prefer Clorinda.

She succumbed to the eternal feminine passion for bargains.