Why don't you choke that old grandparent of yours?
Put him out of his misery.

Anne has told me of your diabolical designs upon the hopelessly afflicted.

She used to talk about it for hours while you were in London,--and I had to listen with shivers running up and down my back all the time.

Nobody on earth could blame you for putting the quietus on old Templeton Thorpe.

He is about as hopelessly afflicted as any one I know,--begging your pardon for treading on the family toes." "He's quite sane, Simmy," said Braden, with a smile that was meant to be pleasant but fell short of the mark.
"He's an infernal old traitor, then," said Simmy hotly.