The Fellowships must not have a taint upon it that may give it a bad name.

I forbid the house to Riderhood, and I forbid the house to Gaffer.
I forbid both, equally.

I find from Riderhood and you together, that there are suspicions against both men, and I'm not going to take upon myself to decide betwixt them.

They are both tarred with a dirty brush, and I can't have the Fellowships tarred with the same brush.

That's all I know.' 'Good-night, Miss!' said Lizzie Hexam, sorrowfully.
'Hah!--Good-night!' returned Miss Abbey with a shake of her head.
'Believe me, Miss Abbey, I am truly grateful all the same.' 'I can believe a good deal,' returned the stately Abbey, 'so I'll try to believe that too, Lizzie.' No supper did Miss Potterson take that night, and only half her usual tumbler of hot Port Negus.