He was, she knew, the finest specimen of the human animal that she had ever seen.
"What do I want ?" he said at length in a deep, rich voice, shot here and there with strange nasal tones, and here and there with the remains of a brogue.

"Well, I want that you should stop persecuting those poor kids." "I persecuting them?
Don't be absurd, Marty," answered Mrs.Wayne.
"Persecuting them; what else ?" retorted Marty, fiercely.

"What else is it?
They wanting to get married, and you determined to send the boy up the river." "I don't think we'll go over that again.

I have a lady here on business." "Oh, please don't mind me," said Mrs.Farron, settling back, and wriggling her hands contentedly into her muff.

She rather expected the frivolous courage of her tone to draw the ire of Burke's glance upon her, but it did not.
"Cruel is what I call it," he went on.