I comfort myself with the reflection that your wife will possibly be able to curb your desire--I admit, a natural one for the most part--to exterminate your fellows.

This, said Damerel wrathfully, is the second time you have walked in just as I am about to propose to your sister!

You may have married her, but she is mine. Do you think I shall let you take her? She may be ten times your wife, but, by God, you shall never have her.

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.

You are an atrocious person! Since the day I met you I have become steadily more depraved.

No one could have called Mr. Standen quick-witted, but the possession of three sisters had considerably sharpened his instinct of self-preservation.

You’ve no more for me than I have for you.” Considerably disconcerted by this direct attack, she stammered: “How can you say so? When I am sure I have always been most sincerely attached to you!” “You deceive yourself, sister: not to me, but to my purse!