Come along, or upon my soul I'll kill you." She realized that his nerves were in active insurrection, and that a mere nothing might bring about the fall of the government.
"Oh, very well!" She soothed him by her amiable obedience.
In a quarter of an hour they were safely lost in the wilderness of Waterloo, and the newspaper train bore them off to Bournemouth for a few days' respite.
_The Nation's Curiosity_ The interest of the United Kingdom in the unique case of Witt _v_.
Parfitts had already reached apparently the highest possible degree of intensity.

And there was reason for the kingdom's passionate curiosity.
Whitney Witt, the plaintiff, had come over to England, with his eccentricities, his retinue, his extreme wealth and his failing eyesight, specially to fight Parfitts.

A half-pathetic figure, this white-haired man, once a connoisseur, who, from mere habit, continued to buy expensive pictures when he could no longer see them! Whitney Witt was implacably set against Parfitts, because he was convinced that Mr.
Oxford had sought to take advantage of his blindness.

There he was, conducting his action regardless of his blindness.

There he was, conducting his action regardless of expense.