All the girls say: Serve him right, and hope it hurt him, and wish he had been quite choked.' The two youthful figures, side by side, but not now arm-in-arm, wander discontentedly about the old Close; and each sometimes stops and slowly imprints a deeper footstep in the fallen leaves.
'Well!' says Edwin, after a lengthy silence.

'According to custom.

We can't get on, Rosa.' Rosa tosses her head, and says she don't want to get on.
'That's a pretty sentiment, Rosa, considering.' 'Considering what ?' 'If I say what, you'll go wrong again.' '_You'll_ go wrong, you mean, Eddy.

Don't be ungenerous.' 'Ungenerous! I like that!' 'Then I _don't_ like that, and so I tell you plainly,' Rosa pouts.
'Now, Rosa, I put it to you.

Who disparaged my profession, my destination--' 'You are not going to be buried in the Pyramids, I hope ?' she interrupts, arching her delicate eyebrows.