You're different; you want to fight the thing.

Blest if I know what to tell you." "Eva and I don't get on very well," said Ambrose shamefacedly.

"She doesn't like me around the house.

But I respect her.

You know that." "Sure," said Peter.
"I couldn't do it, Peter," Ambrose went on after a while with seeming irrelevance--howsoever Peter understood.