Are there any words which I may use without offending your sense of fitness in language ?" "None which do not express a willing affirmation of all I say.

I will receive any original speech on your part at the point of the sword.
You have done enough damage to-day, without being allowed the luxury of dismembering common sense.

Seems, you say! By all that is unholy! By Eblis, Ahriman, and the Three Black Angels! He is worse, and there is no seeming.

The heat is greater, the pulse is weaker, the heart flutters like a sick bird." Unorna's face showed her anxiety.
"I am sorry," she said, in a low voice.
"Sorry! No doubt you are.

It remains to be seen whether your sorrow can be utilized as a simple, or macerated in tears to make a tonic, or sublimated to produce a corrosive which will destroy the canker, death.
But be sorry by all means.