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.

My house seems remarkably full of people," he observed. "Is it possible we were expected.

What I mean is, like you to have everything you want. Wished it was me, that's all

Do you forget that I am your sister?” “No; I’ve never been granted the opportunity to forget it.

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.

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!

When fate is got it in for you, there is no limit to what you may have to put up with.