She looked intently into her son's set face and fear was revived in her soul, an ever-present fear that slept and roused itself with sickening persistency.
"We'll hang her up in the family closet, if you don't mind, alongside of Brady Thorpe, and we'll never mention her again if I can help it.

I must say, though, that our skeletons are uncommonly attractive, aren't they, Anne?
No dry, rattling bones in our closets, are there ?" He squeezed her arm playfully, and was amazed when she jerked it away.
"I was nice to you, George, and this is the way you--" "Forgive me, please.

I didn't mean it in an offensive way.

I just took it for granted that we'd understand each other.

At any rate, we've got one thing to be thankful for.