Whatever comes nothing can take those happy days from us." She put her arms about his neck and drew him toward her.
"I don't know why, Allan, I know it's foolish, but I'm afraid," she whispered, "I'm afraid." "Now, Mandy," said her husband, with his arms round about her, "don't say you're going to get like other girls, hysterical and that sort of thing.

You are just over-tired.

We've had a big day, but an exhausting day, an exciting day.

What with that Piegan and the wolf business and all, you are done right up.

So am I and--by Jove! That reminds me, I am dead famished." No better word could he have spoken.
"You poor boy," she cried.