I suppose you were educated somewhere.

You will not be satisfied with yourself when your bishop hears of this.

Yes," she added, turning to Trefusis with an infantile air of wanting to cry and being forced to laugh against her will, "you may laugh as much as you please--don't trouble to pretend it's only coughing--but we will write to his bishop, as he shall find to his cost." "Hold your tongue, Jane, for God's sake," said Sir Charles, taking her horse by the bridle and backing him from Trefusis.
"I will not.

If you choose to stand here and allow them to walk away with the walls in their pockets, I don't, and won't.

Why cannot you make the police do something ?" "They can do nothing," said Sir Charles, almost beside himself with humiliation.