Put it in your pipe and smoke it." Rofflash made her a profound bow and smiled mockingly.
"Have your own way, mistress.

What about this?
Something more in your line, I'll warrant." He thrust his hand beneath the upper part of his long flapped waistcoat and drew out a necklace.

The pearls of which it was composed were suffused with a pinkish tinge, the massive gold clasp gleamed in the lamplight.

Sally's eyes flashed momentarily and then became scornful.
"I'm not going to be bribed by _that_ either," she cried.
"Wait till you're asked, my dear.

This is my business alone.