I believe we should have shocked the 'New Woman' with our appetites.

Men are more tolerant, bless them! Then we walked home with some, or rather many, stoppages to rest, and with our hearts full of a constant dread of wild bulls.
Lucy was really tired, and we intended to creep off to bed as soon as we could.

The young curate came in, however, and Mrs.Westenra asked him to stay for supper.

Lucy and I had both a fight for it with the dusty miller.

I know it was a hard fight on my part, and I am quite heroic.