Are you feeling unwell ?" "I'm not hungry," he replied, rather crossly.

"This place gets on my nerves, and will end by driving me mad." "I suppose you'd better go away," she returned, plaintively wounded.

"I wouldn't be so selfish as to want to keep you by me if you are unhappy." "I don't want to leave you, mother--but, I ought to get back to the stock market.

It's no good idling around--I don't think I was cut out for a farmer." "Try this sherry.

Your uncle brought if from Spain, and it was buried during the war." He filled his glass, drained it quickly, and with an effort recovered his temper.
"Yes, I'd better go," he repeated, and knew while he spoke that he could not leave as long as the thought of Blossom tormented him.