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

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

I remember only what interests me.

Of course she is a fool, but so are all girls.

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?

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

Remind me one day to teach you how to achieve a sneer, Hugh. Yours is too pronounced, and thus but a grimace. It should be but a faint curl of the lips.