It will be torn to tatters if she be not looked after now.

No.
Neither you nor Dick Leveridge will talk me out of my intent.

Do you see what misguided youth may easily come to?
Look at your friend Vane." Gay pointed to the sleeping young man.
"I know--I know.

The young fool," returned Spiller a little angrily.
"Wine is Lancelot Vane's only weakness--well, not the only one, any pretty face turns his head." "He's not the worse for that provided a good heart goes with the pretty face." "Aye, _if_." "Look after him then.

When he awakens from his drunken fit he'll be like clay in the hands of the potters." "Faith, you're right, Mr.Gay, but there's one thing that'll protect him--his empty purse.