You'll go to pieces if you find yourself under the least strain.

You'll get to shivering and crying, if you don't stop smoking cigarettes." "Don't you believe it," muttered the boy, sullenly.
"Alf," smiled Tom, laying a hand gently on the boy's shoulder, "you don't know me yet.

You haven't any idea how I can hang to a thing until I win.

I'm going to keep hammering at you until I make you throw your cigarettes away." "I'm never going to stop smoking 'em," retorted Drew.

"There wouldn't be any comfort in life if I stopped." "Is it as bad as that ?" queried Tom, with ready sympathy.