It is a pity for you to throw away your chances." "My chances of being a perjured villain and a thief! No, thank you, sir," said the choleric Charlton, getting very red in the face, and stalking out of the room.
"Such notions!" cried his mother.

"Just like his father over again.

His father threw away all his chances just for notions.

I tell you, Plausaby, he never got any of those notions from me.

Not one." "No, I don't think he did," said Plausaby.