But it will NOT kill weasels.

Yet both are carnivores." "That young woman knows too much!" Sebastian muttered to me, looking after her as she glided noiselessly with her gentle tread down the long white corridor.

"We shall have to suppress her, Cumberledge....

But I'll wager my life she's right, for all that.

I wonder, now, how the dickens she guessed it!" "Intuition," I answered.
He pouted his under lip above the upper one, with a dubious acquiescence.