"I wouldn't treat a dog as he has treated you,--no kind of a dog, mind you.

Not even a Pekinese, and I hate 'em worse than snakes.

What the devil does Anne mean?
Lordy, Lordy, man, she's always been in love with you.

She--but, forgive me, old chap, I oughtn't to run on like this.

I didn't mean to open a sore--" "It's all right, Simmy.