You Have A Genius For Bringing Trouble

What Is Your Name?" "again Sir, That Is No Concern Of Yours." "a Mystery," He Said. "i Shall Have To Call You Clorinda." ..... "judith! What The Devil? Exclaimed Peregrine. "has There Been An Accident?" "judith," Repeated The Gentleman Of The Curricle Pensively. "i Prefer Clorinda.

And Now I Wish I Hadn’t Been Civil, Because He Says He Shall Not Despair! He Is As Stupid As Endymion!” “no, No!” Said Alverstoke Soothingly. “nobody Could Be As Stupid As Endymion!

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!

Talking To You Is Like -- Like Talking To An Eel!" "no, Is It? I've Never Tried To Talk To An Eel. Isn't It As Waste Of Time?" "not Such A Waste Of Time As Talking To You!

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