We're none of us perfect.

If there ain't a flaw outside, there's a flaw inside; you mark my words." "What was it she said ?" asked Mrs.Ayres.
"I don't mean to make trouble.

I never did, and I ain't going to begin now," said Sylvia.

Her face took on a sweet, hypocritical expression.
"What did she say ?" Sylvia fidgeted.

She was in reality afraid to speak, and yet her very soul itched to do so.