Most red-haired people have.
Maisie's a bilious little body.

They'll eat like lone women,--meals at all hours, and tea with all meals.

I remember how the students in Paris used to pig along.

She may fall ill at any minute, and I shan't be able to help.
Whew! this is ten times worse than owning a wife.' Torpenhow entered the studio at dusk, and looked at Dick with eyes full of the austere love that springs up between men who have tugged at the same oar together and are yoked by custom and use and the intimacies of toil.

This is a good love, and, since it allows, and even encourages, strife, recrimination, and brutal sincerity, does not die, but grows, and is proof against any absence and evil conduct.
Dick was silent after he handed Torpenhow the filled pipe of council.