You see, the truth is, we are having to build pretty well to the strain limit up there.
They've crowded me too much on the cost.

It's all very well if everything goes well, but these estimates have never been used for anything of such length before.

However, there's nothing to be done.
They hold me to the scale I've used in shorter bridges.

The last thing a bridge commission cares about is the kind of bridge you build." When Bartley had finished dressing for dinner he went into his study, where he found his wife arranging flowers on his writing-table.
"These pink roses just came from Mrs.Hastings," she said, smiling, "and I am sure she meant them for you." Bartley looked about with an air of satisfaction at the greens and the wreaths in the windows.

"Have you a moment, Winifred?
I have just now been thinking that this is our twelfth Christmas.