There is not a drop of sentiment in your frozen carcass." "Can I help that ?" growled Tommy.

It was an agony to him even to speak about women.
"If you can't," said Pym, "all is over with you.

An artist without sentiment is a painter without colours.

Young man, I fear you are doomed." And Tommy believed him, and quaked.

He had the most gallant struggles with himself.