She hung on like an Ohio Grand Army veteran to a country post-office.

About half the time I didn't read her letters, and about nineteen twentieths of the time I didn't answer them.

They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

But it isn't so--it makes them all the fonder of you.

I got into the habit of thinking that while Emma might be engaged to me, I wasn't engaged to Emma.