You’ve No More For Me Than I

I Will Not Listen To Your Verse On An Empty Stomach!" Declared The Vicomte. "you Have No Soul," Said Philippe Sadly. "but I Have A Stomach, And It Cries Aloud For Sustenance." "i Weep For You," Said Philip. "why Do I Waste My Poetic Gems Upon You?

I Liked That Young Man, Did Not You? There Was Something Particularly Pleasing About His Manners, Which I Thought Very Easy And Frank. He Has An Air Of Honest Manliness, Too, Which, In These Days Of Fribbles And Counter-coxcombs, I Own I Find Refreshing!

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!

Oh, Yes, She's Unusual!' He Said Bitterly. 'she Blurts Our Whatever May Come Into Her Head;she Tumbles From One Outrageous Escapade Into Another;she's Happier Gromming Horses And Hobnobbing With Stable-hands Than Going To Parties; She's Impertinent; You Daren't Catch Her Eye For Fear She Should Start To Giggle; She Hasn't Any Accomplishments; I Never Saw Anyone With Less Diginity; She's Abominable, And Damnably Hot At Hand, Frank To A Fault, And-a Darling!

And Now I Wish I Hadn’t Been Civil, Because He Says He Shall Not Despair! He Is As Stupid As Endymion!” “no, No!” Said Alverstoke Soothingly. “nobody Could Be As Stupid As Endymion!