I'll meet what you like except scorn.

I can't stand contempt.

So I feel for another.

And now you know." "It puts a stopper on the play of fancy, and checks the throwing off of steam," Fellingham remonstrated.

"I promise to do my best, but of all the men I've ever met in my life--Tinman!--the ridiculous! Pray pardon me; but the donkey and his looking-glass! The glass was misty! He--as particular about his reflection in the glass as a poet with his verses! Advance, retire, bow; and such murder of the Queen's English in the very presence! If I thought he was going to take his wine with him, I'd have him arrested for high treason." "You've chosen, and you know what you best like," said Van Diemen, pointing his accents--by which is produced the awkward pause, the pitfall of conversation, and sometimes of amity.
Thus it happened that Mr.Herbert Fellingham journeyed back to London a day earlier than he had intended, and without saying what he meant to say..