I am not in love with you,” she said. “It is an infatuation. I have heard of such derangements happening to elderly spinsters.
Miss you,” he said. It was the barest murmur, scarcely a sound.
By gad, is that you, Ainswood? I haven’t seen you in a dog’s age. How’s the gout? Still troubling you?
I have dealt with the poor, Bathsheba. They need a great deal, but I do not believe they feel any great want for aristocratic females dressed in the latest stare of fashion telling them they are proud, vain, and licentious.
Due to not getting pumped regular, females take the oddest fancies, such as imagining they can think.
The bigger they are, the harder they fall. And the better the world liked seeing them fall.
I should like to see you try.