There's hardly a fellow in the school that hasn't worn her colors and some of her hair.
She doesn't give out any more of her own hair now.

It's been pretty well used up.

The demand was greater than the supply, you see.

It's all very well to correspond with Laura, but as to looking for anything serious from her, the knowing ones don't.

Hope I haven't hurt your feelings, old boy," (that was a soothing stroke of flattery to call me "old boy,") "but it was my duty as a friend and a Centipede to let you know who you were dealing with." Such was the advice given me by that time-stricken, careworn, and embittered man of the world, who was sixteen years old if he was a day.
I dropped Laura.