"Your hat's all right, ain't it?
It looks pretty good to me." A shiver of aversion ran through her.

If only he wouldn't try to be funny! If only he had been born without that dreadful sense of humour, she felt that she might have been able to tolerate him.
"Please don't," she replied fretfully.
"Well, I won't, if you'll walk a little slower.

I told you I had something to say to you." "I don't want to hear it.

There's no use talking about it.

I'll say the same thing if you ask me for a hundred years." A chuckle broke from him while he stood jauntily fingering the diamond in his tie, as if it were some talisman which imparted fresh confidence.
Oh, it was useless to try to put a man like that in his place--for his place seemed to be everywhere! "Well, it won't do any harm," he said at last.