I can't lose much social status that way.

It will serve my turn much better if you go up with the other women and continue to hold your own there.

Not that I care a rap," he added, with masculine tactlessness.

"I am no longer susceptible to snubs." "Then I shan't go," she said at once, beginning to swing a restless foot.
"Yes, but you will go," he said.

"I wish it." "You want to get rid of me," said Puck, looking over his head with the eyes of a troubled child.
Merryon was silent.