She is a kind of holy person, who can only marry into her own family, and to do so might mean that our throats would be cut." "Do you hear that, Oliver ?" said the Professor.

"I suppose that the Doctor's warning is meant for you, as the rest of us are rather past that kind of thing." "Indeed," replied the Captain, colouring again after his fashion.

"Well, to tell you the truth, I feel a bit past it myself, and, so far as I am concerned, I don't think we need take the fascinations of this black lady into account." "Don't brag, Captain.

Please don't brag," said Sergeant Quick in a hollow whisper.

"Woman is just the one thing about which you can never be sure.