I dare say you know what I call myself--a 'Tory Communist.' To my mind, that's the party of the future.
Now, your father's motto was: 'Every man for himself!' On the land that would never do.

Landlord and tenant must work together.

You'll come over to Newmarket with us on Wednesday?
George has a very fine horse running in the Rutlandshire a very fine horse.

He doesn't bet, I'm glad to say.
If there's one thing I hate more than another, it's gambling!" Mrs.Bellew gave him a sidelong glance, and a little ironical smile peeped out on her full red lips.

But Mr.Pendyce had been called away to his soup.