Not that you care for the electric man, but because you hate any one to fall in love with any one else when you are by." "I wish you would go away." "Why?
Dont you like me ?" "I _loathe_ you.

Now, perhaps you understand me." "That's a nice sort of thing to say to a fellow," said Marmaduke, roused.

"I have a great mind to bring you to your senses as Douglas does, by not speaking to you for a week." "I wish you would let me come to my senses by not speaking to me at all." "Oh! Well, I am off; but mind, Nelly, I am offended.

We are no longer on speaking terms.

Look as contemptuous as you please: you will be sorry when you think over this.