Miss Grantham Gave A Shriek. 'you Have

Speed Is The Curse Of The Age.

Will You Marry Me, Vile And Abominable Girl That You Are? Yes, But, Mind, It Only To Save My Neck From Being Wrung!

God Knows I'm No Saint, But I Don't Think I'm More Of A Sinner Than Any Other Man.

There Is Nothing So Mortifying As To Fall In Love With Someone Who Does Not Share One's Sentiments.

His Attention Caught, Her Companion Raised His Eyes From The Book Which Lay Open Beside Him On The Table And Directed Them Upon Her In A Look Of Aloof Enquiry. 'what's That? Did You Say Something To Me, Venetia?' 'yes, Love,' Responded His Sister Cheerfully, 'but It Wasn't Of The Least Consequence, And In Any Event I Answered For You. You Would Be Astonished, I Daresay, If You Knew What Interesting Conversations I Enjoy With Myself.