You'd better hold your tongue before you say something you'll be sorry for." "I'm going to hold my tongue.

If I pleased myself I should never speak to you again." Ah, she had said something very like that not long before.
He sighed heavily.

Then he drew a chair up to the fire and lowered himself carefully into it.

He was shivering.
"All right," he muttered between chattering teeth.

"Get me some brandy, will you?
You can do that without speaking." "Nevill--what's the matter ?" "Nothing.