[...]if You Talk Any More Flummery To

When Fate Is Got It In For You, There Is No Limit To What You May Have To Put Up With.

Don't You Dare Call Me Arrogant!if Ever I Had Any At All-which I Deny!- How Much Could I Possibly Have Left After Having Been Ridden Over Rough-shod By You And Thomas, Do You Imagine?

Perhaps,” Murmured His Lordship, “i Yielded To A Compassionate Impulse.” “a What?” Gasped His Best Friend. “oh, Did You Think I Never Did So?” Said His Lordship, The Satirical Glint In His Eyes Extremely Pronounced. “you Wrong Me! I Do, Sometimes—not Frequently, Of Course, But Every Now And Then!

[...]if You Talk Any More Flummery To Me, Frederica, I Shall Give You One Of My—er—icy Set-downs!”(alverstoke)

You May Have Married Her, But She Is Mine. Do You Think I Shall Let You Take Her? She May Be Ten Times Your Wife, But, By God, You Shall Never Have Her.