One of these days you'll drive a man into the sort of mad passion that will make him give you a sound thrashing or seduce you.

I don't want to be that man.
Oldershaw is too young for you to hurt and Hosack too old, and apparently Martin Gray has chucked you and found some human real person.

As for me, I've had enough.

Good morning." And once more, having delivered himself coldly and clearly of this brutally frank indictment he went up the steps to the veranda and into the house.
There was not even the tail of a smile on Joan's face as she watched him go.
Lunch was not quite the usual pleasant, happy-go-lucky affair that day.
The gallant little Major, recently married to the fluffy-minded Mrs.
Edgar Lee Reeves and her peevish little dog, sat on the right of the overwhelmingly complacent Cornucopia.

With the hope of rendering himself more youthful for this belated adventure with the babbling widow he had been treated by a hair specialist.