Now, what makes me so mad is the assumption of these blackguards that I don't know my own mind.

I go out for a stroll, and the first cabby I pass wants to take me to Pozzuoli or Vesuvius--or Jericho, for aught I know.
It's no use showing him that I haven't the slightest intention of going to any such place.

What the deuce! does the fellow suppose he can persuade me or badger me into doing what I've no mind to do?
Does he take me for an ass?
It's the insult of the thing that riles me! The same if I look in at a shop window; out rushes a gabbling swindler, and wants to drag me in--" "Only to _take_ you in, Mr.Bradshaw," interjected Eleanor.
"Good! To take me in, with a vengeance.

Why, if I've a mind to buy, shan't I go in of my own accord?
And isn't it a sure and certain thing that I shall never spend a halfpenny with a scoundrel who attacks me like that ?" "How can you expect foreigners to reason, Jacob ?" exclaimed Mrs.
Bradshaw.
"You should take these things as compliments," remarked Spence.

"They see an Englishman coming along, and as a matter of course they consider him a person of wealth and leisure, who will be grateful to any one for suggesting how he can kill time.