"Why didn't you take the L17,000 for that fetish of yours?
It would have been a fair deal and have set you on your legs." "I don't know," he answered dejectedly.

"It went against the grain, so what is the use of talking about it?
I think my old uncle Austin told me it wasn't to be parted with--no, perhaps it was Jeekie.

Bother the Yellow God! it is always cropping up." "Yes," replied Barbara, "the Yellow God is always cropping up, especially in this neighbourhood." They walked on a while in silence, till suddenly Barbara sat down upon a bole of felled oak and began to cry.
"What is the matter with you ?" asked Alan.
"I don't know," she answered.

"Everything goes wrong.

I live in a kind of gilded hell.