Capital horsemen!" "I will explain to you how it must be," said Mr.Powys to Emilia.

"An artistic people cannot hate long.

Hotly for the time, but the oppression gone, and even in the dream of its going, they are too human to be revengeful." "Do we understand such very deep things ?" said Lady Gosstre, who was near enough to hear clearly.
"Yes: for if I ask her whether she can hate when her mind is given to music, she knows that she cannot.

She can love." "Yet I think I have heard some Italian operatic spitfires, and of some!" said Lady Charlotte.
"What opinion do you pronounce in this controversy ?" Cornelia made appeal to Sir Twickenham.
"There are multitudes of cases," he began: and took up another end of his statement: "It has been computed that five-and-twenty murders per month to a population...to a population of ninety thousand souls, is a fair reckoning in a Southern latitude." "Then we must allow for the latitude ?" "I think so." "And also for the space into which the ninety thousand souls are packed," quoth Tracy Runningbrook.
"Well! well!" went Sir Twickenham.
"The knife is the law to an Italian of the South," said Mr.Powys.

"He distrusts any other, because he never gets it.