Yes, I know I swore off last week, but--please let me take 'em." The four of them smoked in wondrous silence for two or three minutes.

Then Browne spoke up, as if coming from a dream: "I say, Deppingham, you can take her out walking and pick up a crownful of fresh rubies every day or so." "Hang it all, Browne, I'm afraid to pluck a violet these days.

Every time I stoop over I feel that somebody's going to take a shot at me.

I wonder why the beggars select me to shoot at.

They're not always popping away at you, Browne.