Disappointment takes different forms, miss, in different men.

I don't think I have had heart enough to brush my hair for the last fifty years.

She was a magnificent woman, Mr.Moody, and she dropped me like a hot potato.

Dreadful! dreadful! Let us pursue this painful subject no further.

Ha! here's a pretty country! Here's a nice blue sky! I admire the country, miss; I see so little of it, you know.