I'd make him chew his own arrow-heads.
Well ?' 'I should be only half married to you.

I should worry and fuss about my work, as I do now.

Four days out of the seven I'm not fit to speak to.' 'You talk as if no one else in the world had ever used a brush.
D'you suppose that I don't know the feeling of worry and bother and can't-get-at-ness?
You're lucky if you only have it four days out of the seven.

What difference would that make ?' 'A great deal--if you had it too.' 'Yes, but I could respect it.

Another man might not.