Go out to fight with all your weapons and seize the trophies from Mrs.Stribling." "You funny boy!" exclaimed Corinna, but the sadness had left her voice and her eyes were shining.

"Why, I am twelve years older than Rose Stribling, and those twelve years are everything." "Those twelve years are nothing unless you imagine that you are in a novel.

It is only in books that there is a chronology of the emotions." "She is a fat blonde without a heart," insisted Corinna, "and they are invulnerable." "Well, snatch Vetch away from her.

He deserves something better than that combination." "Oh, she can't hurt him very much, even though she no longer has a husband to get in her way.

Have you ever wondered how George Stribling stood her?
It must have been a relief to find himself safely dead." "He stood her as one stands sultry weather probably, but with less hope of a change.