And when April like an over-lustful lover leaped upon the lush flanks of the Downs there would be yet another child in the wretched hut down on Nettle Flitch Field, where Meriam housed the fruits of her shame.

That would be delightful,' agreed Flora, thinking how nasty and boring it would be.

I saw something nasty in the woodshed.

Happiness can never hope to command so much interest as distress.

There have always been Starkadders at Cold Comfort Farm

Curious how Love destroys every vestige of that politeness which the human race, in its years of evolution, has so painfully acquired.

Women are all alike - aye fussin' over their fal-lals and bedazin' a man's eyes, when all they really want is man's blood and his heart out of his body and his soul and his pride.