I Don't Know How It Is...but You

I Don't Know What You May Have Seen Fit To Tell Her, Venetia, But So Far As I Understand It You Could Think Of Nothing Better To Do Than To Beguile Her With Some Farrago About Wishing Damerel To Strew Rose-leaves For You To Walk On!" Damerel, Who Had Resumed His Seat, Had Been Staring Moodily Into The Fire, But At These Words He Looked Up Quickly. "rose-leaves?" His Eyes Went To Venetia's Face, Wickedly Quizzing Her. "but My Dear Girl, At This Season?" "be Quiet, You Wretch!" She Said, Blushing.

I Have Seen What Comes Of Being Patient," Amanda Said With A Boding Look. "and I Have No Opinion Of It." "what Does Come Of It?" Inquired Sir Gareth. "nothing!

Oh, Randall, Don't Be Such A Vile Beast!" "i Don't Think Much Of That",he Said Critically. "amiable Snake Was Much Better.

Speed Is The Curse Of The Age.

[he Was Aware] Of The Value Of The Word Of Praise Dropped At Exactly The Right Moment; And He Would Have Thought Himself Extremely Stupid To Withhold What Cost Him So Little And Was Productive Of Such Desirable Results.