I owe it to the world.

She'll kill you." "You mean I shan't get on with her ?" "Oh fatally! See how _I_ have.

And see how you have with ME.

She's intelligent, moreover, remarkably pretty, remarkably good.

And she'll adore you." "Well then ?" "Why that will be just how she'll do for you." "Oh I can hold my own!" said Miss Wenham with the headshake of a horse making his sleigh-bells rattle in frosty air.
"Ah but you can't hold hers! She'll rave about you.