The sacrifice of pleasures is of course itself a pleasure.
Give me a girl at an impressionable age and she is mine for life.
Frankness is usually a euphemism for rudeness.
I have a great desire to make people smile - not laugh. Laughter is too aggressive. People bare their teeth.
It's a whydunnit in q-sharp major and it has a message: never talk to the sort of girls that you wouldn't leave lying about in your drawing-room for the servants to pick up.
it never really occurred to her that literary men, if they like women at all, do not want literary women but girls.