You won't know her in a week or two, when that abject fear has died out of her eyes.

She'll be too happy and smiling for my purposes.' 'But surely you're not taking her out of charity ?--to please me ?' 'I am not in the habit of playing with hot coals to please anybody.

She has been sent from heaven, as I may have remarked before, to help me with my Melancolia.' 'Never heard a word about the lady before.' 'What's the use of having a friend, if you must sling your notions at him in words?
You ought to know what I'm thinking about.

You've heard me grunt lately ?' 'Even so; but grunts mean anything in your language, from bad 'baccy to wicked dealers.

And I don't think I've been much in your confidence for some time.' 'It was a high and soulful grunt.