You will like her," he persisted. "Egad, she's after your own heart, maman! She shot me in the arm." "Voyons, do you think that is what I like?

Nevertheless, she did not weep, because, for one thing, it would have made her eyes red, and another, it would be of very little use.

There is a worse tyranny than that of ill-treatment. It is the tyranny of tears, vapours, appeals to feelings of affection and of gratitude!

God knows I'm no saint, but I don't think I'm more of a sinner than any other man.

As soon as one promises not to do something, it becomes the one thing above all others that one most wishes to do.

Perhaps,” murmured his lordship, “I yielded to a compassionate impulse.” “A what?” gasped his best friend. “Oh, did you think I never did so?” said his lordship, the satirical glint in his eyes extremely pronounced. “You wrong me! I do, sometimes—not frequently, of course, but every now and then!

I feel an almost overwhelming interest in the methods of daylight abduction employed by the modern youth.