I Don't Know How It Is...but You

There Is A Worse Tyranny Than That Of Ill-treatment. It Is The Tyranny Of Tears, Vapours, Appeals To Feelings Of Affection And Of Gratitude!

I Have Seen What Comes Of Being Patient," Amanda Said With A Boding Look. "and I Have No Opinion Of It." "what Does Come Of It?" Inquired Sir Gareth. "nothing!

Of Course She Is A Fool, But So Are All Girls.

Miss Grantham Gave A Shriek. 'you Have Trifled With Me!' She Said, Into The Folds Of Her Handkerchief. 'you Promised Me Marriage, And Now You Mean To Cast Me Off For Another!

Oh, 'tis Not My Qualities They Object To! 'tis My Lack Of Vice.