How else ?" he retorted savagely.

"He can't welch because there's little to climb for beyond us; and even if he climbs, he can't ignore us.

I can do as many things for him in my way as you can in yours.

What is the use of being a pig, Leila?
Anything he does for me isn't going to cancel his obligations to you." "I know him better than you do," she observed, bending her head and pleating the lace on her knee.

"There is Dutch blood in him." "Not good Hollander, but common Dutch," sneered Mortimer.