I don't, in the least, want things made comfortable for me.

I can get along very nicely, indeed, without you.

You're full of sentiment and gush--things that I detest--and it won't be the least use in the world for you to ask me to be good, and tender, and all the rest of it.

I'm not like your other babies." He must have known, of course, that she was not, but, nevertheless, He stayed.

"I understand perfectly," He assured her.