You say you are opposed to hereditary nobilities, and yet if you had the chance you would--" "Take one?
In a minute I would.

And there isn't a mechanic in that entire club that wouldn't.

There isn't a lawyer, doctor, editor, author, tinker, loafer, railroad president, saint-land, there isn't a human being in the United States that wouldn't jump at the chance!" "Except me," said Tracy softly.
"Except you!" Barrow could hardly get the words out, his scorn so choked him.

And he couldn't get any further than that form of words; it seemed to dam his flow, utterly.

He got up and came and glared upon Tracy in a kind of outraged and unappeasable way, and said again, "Except you!" He walked around him--inspecting him from one point of view and then another, and relieving his soul now and then by exploding that formula at him; "Except you!" Finally he slumped down into his chair with the air of one who gives it up, and said: "He's straining his viscera and he's breaking his heart trying to get some low-down job that a good dog wouldn't have, and yet wants to let on that if he had a chance to scoop an earldom he wouldn't do it.