Not that we have wasted our time, for he has been quarrelling with me all the way there and back." "Oh, Mr.Fitzroy!" said Mary Bartley.
"Miss Bartley," said Percy, very civilly, "I never q-q-quarrel, I merely dis-distin-guished between right and wrong.

I shall make you the judge.
I gave her a di-dia-mond br-bracelet which came down from my ancestors; she did me the honor to accept it, and she said it should never leave her day nor night." "Oh," cried Julia, "that I never did.

I can not afford to stop my circulation altogether; it's much too little." Then she flew at him suddenly.

"Your ancestors were pigmies." Percy drew himself up to his full height, and defied the insinuation.
"They were giants, in chain armor," said he.
"What," said Julia, without a moment's hesitation, "the ladies?
Or was it the knights that wore bracelets ?" Some French writer says, "The tongue of a woman is her sword," and Percy Fitzroy found it so.

He could no more answer this sudden thrust than he could win the high leap at Lillie Bridge.