Do you suppose I want to drag my niece to a premature grave?
Think of the fever and the rough living and all, and she only just out from England." "She looks as if she could stand anything," I said, as just then an open space in the trees gave us a glimpse of Miss Westonhaugh and Isaacs ambling along and apparently in earnest conversation.

She certainly looked strong enough to go tiger-hunting that minute, as she sat erect but half turned to the off side, listening to what Isaacs seemed to be saying.
"I hope you will not go and tell her so," said Ghyrkins.

"If she gets an idea that the thing is possible, there will be no holding her.

You don't know her.

I hardly know her myself.