You may keep it, or put it in the fire, for all I care.

I want some clothes I left behind me when we had the theatricals." "Are you leaving London ?" "Yes.

I am getting tired of loafing about here.

I think I ought to go home for a while.

My mother wants me to." Miss McQuinch, by a subdued but expressive snort, conveyed the most entire scepticism as to his solicitude about his mother.