And I've read the Kings, too--most of 'em." "But not Hamlet ?" She was smiling as she looked from him into the street.
He shook his head with a laugh.

"Too much meandering in that.

I don't like talk unless it is straight." Though he was upon the most distant terms of acquaintance with the English language, it occurred to her that he probably possessed a knowledge of men and things which no university training could have given him.
"It is wonderful," she remarked, touched to sympathy by his confession, "that you should have succeeded." "Oh, any man could have done it--any man, that is, who loved a fight as much as I do.

It was half luck and half bulldog grip, I suppose.

When I once get my grip on a thing, I'll hold on no matter what happens.