I've always thought so, and yet I think you're something of a scamp, a rogue and a thief." There was determination at her lips, through which, though only slightly apart, her beautiful teeth, so straight, so regular, showed.

"You don't play fair.

What's the good of having a friend if you don't tell your friend your troubles?
And you've been in trouble, Carnac, and you're fighting it through alone.

Is that wise?
You ought to tell some bad man, or some good woman--if they're both clever--what's vexing you.
"You see the bad clever man would probably think out something that would have the same effect as the good clever woman.

They never would think out the same thing, but each 'd think out what would help you." "But you've just said I'm a bad clever man.