My nature changes, my environment changes, the instant I go on.
But a little thing upsets me.

Last night I had to smoke a cigar--the swell of the piece gives me a cigar--and he gave me a poor one.

It wasn't in tone--the unities required that he should give me a good cigar.

See?
I felt quite confused for the moment." Elfrida's eyes had strayed to the corner of her letter.
"If you want to read that," continued Mr.Ticke, "I know you won't mind me." "Thanks," said Elfrida calmly.

"I've read it already.
It's a rejected article." "My play came back again yesterday for the thirteenth time.