And if it hadn't been for George, he wouldn't have taken the tin; and if it hadn't been for Maggie Cooper, there wouldn't have been the tin; and if it hadn't been for Maggie's father's sister, she wouldn't have gone out with it.
It's all Maggie's father's sister's fault, my dear! It's nothing to do with you." The words were brisk enough, but the manner was very heavy.

It was like repeating a lesson learned in childhood.
"That's all right," began Gertie again, "but--" "My dear girl, I shall be annoyed if you go back to all that.

Why can't you let it alone?
The point is, What's to happen?
I can't go on sponging on you and the Major." Gertie flushed under her tan.
"If you ever leave us," she said, "I'll--" "Well ?" "I'll ...

I'll never leave George." Frank was puzzled for a moment.

It seemed a _non sequitur_.
"Do you mean--" "I've got me eyes," said Gertie emphatically, "and I know what you're thinking, though you don't say much.