That last one I reserve to drink on the evening of May-day if all goes well.

One must risk something." "Solomon!" "Eh ?" The Major looked up in surprise.

Although a kinswoman, Miss Marty had never before dared to address him by his Christian name.
"One must risk something; or rather, I should say, one must leave a margin.

If Hansombody calls, you may send out the brown sherry." "Forgive me, cousin.

I see you going about your daily business, calm and collected, as though no shadow hung on us--" "A man in my position has certain responsibilities, my dear Martha." "Yes, yes; I admire you for it.