I can't suggest any one." "But who asked you to suggest any one ?" she laughed.

"It is you yourself that we want to persuade to have pity on us." "I have--much pity," said I, "for if it's rough, you'll all be horribly seasick." Dora ran across the room from the book-case she was inspecting.
"I would like to shake him! He is only pretending he doesn't understand.
I don't know what we shall do if you won't come with us." "You can't refuse, Marcus.

It will be an ideal trip--and such a comfortable yacht--and the deep blue fiords--and we've got a French chef.

You will be doing us such a favour." "Come, say 'Yes,'" said Dora.
I wish she were not such a bouncing Juno of a girl.

Large, athletic women with hearty voices are difficult for one to deal with.