The staff, to whom the conventional must of necessity be always the Divine, loathed him.

I alone took to the creature.

I think now that my quaint passion for the cinquecento Italian must have had something to do with my attraction.

In externals he is as English as I am, having been brought up in England by an English mother, but there are thousands of Hindoos who are more British than he.

The McMurrays were telling me dreadful stories about him this afternoon.