It flashed on Gedge.
"I don't want to marry anybody," she declared.

"But I'd sooner marry a bricklayer who was fighting for his country than a fine gentleman like Mr.Holmes who wasn't.

I'd sooner die," she cried passionately.
"Then go and die and be damned to you!" snarled Gedge, planting himself noisily in his chair.

"I've no use for khaki-struck drivelling idiots.
I've no use for patriots.

Bah! Damn patriots! The upper classes are out for all they can get, and they befool the poor imbecile working man with all their highfalutin phrases to get it for them at the cost of his blood.