You've been as nice as possible; and anybody who didn't sympathize with my views would think me a nasty, ungrateful toad.

But I'm not going to be coaxed into giving them up, any more than I'm going to be bullied." Lord Buntingford surveyed her.

The habitual slight pucker--as though of anxiety or doubt--in his brow was much in evidence.

It might have meant the chronic effort of a short-sighted man to see.

But the fine candid eyes were not short-sighted.