She might turn round and marry me." "You forget, sir, you are a man of honor." "But not a man of stone.

Now, my dear Fitzroy, be reasonable.

Suppose that peerless creature went in for female revenge; why, the first thing she would do would be to _make_ me love her, whether I chose or no.

She wouldn't give _me_ a voice in the matter.

She would flatter me; she would cajole me; she would transfix my too susceptible heart with glances of fire and bewitching languor from those glorious eyes." "D--d----! Ahem!" cried Percy, turning green.
Walter had no mercy.