Oh, Randall, Don't Be Such A Vile

I Think Myself I Ought To Be Shot For Writing Such Nonsense.... But It's Unquestionably Good Escapist Literature And I Think I Should Rather Like It If I Were Sitting In An Air-raid Shelter Or Recovering From Flu.

Miss Grantham Gave A Shriek. 'you Have Trifled With Me!' She Said, Into The Folds Of Her Handkerchief. 'you Promised Me Marriage, And Now You Mean To Cast Me Off For Another!

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

You’ve No More For Me Than I Have For You.” Considerably Disconcerted By This Direct Attack, She Stammered: “how Can You Say So? When I Am Sure I Have Always Been Most Sincerely Attached To You!” “you Deceive Yourself, Sister: Not To Me, But To My Purse!

Does It Ever Occur To You, Mama, That My Grandfather Is A Lunatic?