"What is there to separate you from George now, but that unfortunate affair, that will end in the misery of you all.

Do you think I can't see?
Don't I know which of the two men you like best ?" "You are making me sorry, Kate, that I have ventured to come here in your brother's company.

It is not only unkind of you to talk to me in this way, but worse than that--it is indelicate." "Oh, indelicate! How I do hate that word.

If any word in the language reminds me of a whited sepulchre it is that;--all clean and polished outside with filth and rottenness within.

Are your thoughts delicate?
that's the thing.