She Succumbed To The Eternal Feminine Passion

Eccentricity May Be Diverting, Mama, But It Is Out Of Place In A Wife: Certainly In My Wife!

Miss Trent Regarded Her Thoughtfully. "well, It's An Odd Circumstance, But I've Frequently Observed That Whenever You Boast Of Your Beauty You Seem To Lose Some Of It. I Expect It Must Be The Change In Your Expression." Startled, Tiffany Flew To Gaze Anxiously Into The Ornate Looking-glass Which Hung Above The Fireplace. "do I?" She Asked Naively. "really Do I, Ancilla?" "yes, Decidedly," Replied Miss Trent, Perjuring Her Soul Without The Least Hesitation.

Well, You Have The Right To Make A Sacrifice Of Yourself, But I'll Be Damned If I'll Let You Sacrifice Me!

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

I Will Not Listen To Your Verse On An Empty Stomach!" Declared The Vicomte. "you Have No Soul," Said Philippe Sadly. "but I Have A Stomach, And It Cries Aloud For Sustenance." "i Weep For You," Said Philip. "why Do I Waste My Poetic Gems Upon You?