She'd be a martyr without any martyrdom.

When she made me give up tobacco, she lost interest in everything for a week.

She was like your Uncle Meriweather after the surrender.

There wasn't anything left to fight about, and fighting was all he could do--" "I believe--I really believe you have been drinking," interrupted Gabriella with cold disgust.

"Suppose Jane were to die ?" "She won't die.