"You have even been wasting your time censoring." "I am returning now to my profession." "Your profession!" she scoffed.

"That means you will spend your time wrangling with a number of other bewigged and narrow-minded people about uninteresting legal technicalities which lead nowhere and which no one cares about." "There is my journalism." "You have damned it with your own phrase 'hack journalism'!" "I may enter Parliament." "Yes, to preserve your rights," she retorted.
"I am afraid," he sighed, "that you haven't a very high opinion of me." "It is within your power to make me look upon you as the bravest, the kindest, the most farseeing of men," she declared.
He shook his head.
"I decline to think that you would think any the better of me for committing a dishonourable action for your sake." "Try me," she begged, her hand resting once more upon his.

"If you want my kind feelings, my everlasting gratitude, they are yours.

Give me that packet." "That is impossible," he declared uncompromisingly.

"If you wish to alter my attitude with regard to it, you must tell me exactly from whom it comes, what it contains, and to whom it goes." "You ask more than is possible..