But your idea that Bassett had anything to do with that is preposterous.

Your hatred of him has got the better of you, my friend.

Drop it: forget it.

If you can't whip him fair, let him win." "Not much I won't; but I didn't think you'd go back on me; I thought better of you than that!" Thatcher strode to the door and went out, slamming it after him.
The minister peered into the library absently, and then, surprised to find Sylvia, advanced to meet her, smiling gravely.

He took both her hands, and held them, looking into her face.
"What's this you've been reading?
Ah, that book!" The volume slipped into his hands and he glanced at it, frowning impatiently.