Aw, she's sly ...
Mr.Raymond, I'll curse her as she comes out, see if I don't!" "And I swear you shall not," said Taffy.

The scent of Honoria's orange-blossom seemed to cling about them as they stood.
Lizzie looked at him vindictively.

"You wanted her yourself, _I_ know.

You weren't good enough, neither.

Let go my fingers!" "Go home, now.