It was hard going, let me tell you, up hill and down, stumbles and tumbles, scratches and bumps, through five miles of the blackest night imaginable.

Hang it all, Browne, I didn't have time to save that case of cigarettes; I'm out nearly a hundred boxes.

And those novels you lent me, Lady Deppingham--I can't return.

Sorry." "You might have saved the cigarettes and novels if you hadn't been so occupied in saving the fair Neenah," said her ladyship, with a provoking smile.
"Alas! I thought of that also, but too late.

Still, virtue was its own reward.