"You're not up to it.

It takes a strong man to grapple with this sort of thing.
Kills off the weakly ones like flies.

You lie low in the smoking-room till it's all over." * * * * * "All I can say is," remarked Mrs.Gresley, as she and Hester led the Vicarage donkey and cart up the drive, heavily laden with the work of many months, "that the Pratts have behaved exceedingly badly.

Here they are, the richest people by far in the parish, and they would not even take a stall, they would not even furnish half of one, and they said they would be away, and they are at the Towers, after all.

No one likes the Pratts more than I do, or sees their good points as I do, but I can't shut my eyes to the fact that they are the meanest of the mean." The Pratts had only contributed two "bed-spreads," and a "sheet-sham," and a set of antimacassars.