I won't stand it.
It's all bosh." Both men stared at him, for there was something very explosive about the words, as if they had been corked up painfully for a long time. "You have," began Quin, "no--" "I don't care a curse," said Lambert, violently, "whether I have 'a delicate sense of humour' or not.
It's all a confounded fraud.
There's no joke in those infernal tales at all.