Tom and I never had any falling out.

He just got out of the way of writing.

He likes India, and he had his own reasons for not liking England in any shape you could offer England to him.
There's no back reckonings between Tom and me, and he'll be glad for Julius to come to his own people.

We will ask Julius to Sandal; and you say, yourself, that the half of young folks' loving is in being handy to each other.

Eh?
What ?" "I never thought you would bring my words up that way.