Give it up ?" "Quite." "The best thing you could do.

I can't always make myself out.

But, then, I always give it up directly, and so it does me no harm.

But it's ten times worse to worry your poor little heart to rags about such a man as that; he's not worth a thought from a grand creature like you.
Where's the use, besides?
Would you stand staring at your medicine a whole day before the time for taking it comes?
I wouldn't have my right leg cut off because that is the side my dog walks on, and dogs go mad! Slip, cup, and lip--don't you know?
The man may be underground long before the wedding-day: he's anything but sound, they tell me.

But it would be far better soon after it, of course.