You mean it kindly, and God bless you! But I can't do it." "Why not?
If _I_ can do it--" "You'd repent it, Jemmy.

You're letting your love for me carry you too far." "What put it into your head that I'd do this for love of _you_ ?" "For Tristram, then." "Damn Tristram! That youngster strikes me as causing a fuss quite out of proportion to his intrinsic worth." "Well, but--" "My dear Jack, I have reasons for wishing Tristram back.

You needn't ask what they are, because I shan't tell you; but they're at least as intelligible as all the reasons you can find in that volume." He caught it out of his friend's hand, and read: "_June 12th .-- T.
to-day refused his biscuit and milk at six in the morning, but took it an hour later.

Peevish all night; in part (I think) because not yet recovered of his weaning, and also because his teeth (second pair on lower jaw) are troubling him.

Query: If the biscuit should be boiled in the milk, or milk merely poured over the biscuit_--" Here he glanced up, and seeing the anguish on the hunchback's face, handed back the book.
"I beg your pardon, Jack.