Ask the first lion cub you meet, and it will tell you that, once you’ve tasted blood, there is no pulling up, and it’s the same with opening telegrams.
Luck is a goddess not to be coerced and forcibly wooed by those who seek her favours. From such masterful spirits she turns away. But it happens sometimes that, if we put our hand in hers with the hum...
Great pals we've always been. In fact there was a time when I had an idea I was in love with Cynthia. However, it blew over. A dashed pretty and lively and attractive girl, mind you, but full of ideal...
In a series of events, all of which had been a bit thick, this, in his opinion, achieved the maximum of thickness.
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The way love can change a fellow is really frightful to contemplate.
A chap who's supposed to stop chaps pinching things from chaps having a chap come along and pinch something from him.
XVIII. THE LOCHINVAR METHOD XIX. ON THE LAKE XX. A LESSON IN PICQUET
What you want, my lad, and what you're going to get are two verydifferent things.
What magic there is in a girl's smile! It is the raisin which, dropped in the yeast of male complacency, induces fermentation.
What if he does think you the world’s premier louse? Don’t we all?
Well, if he comes when I'm out, tell him to wait. And now, Jeeves, mes gants, mon chapeau, et le whangee de monsieur. I must be popping.
To say that the farmer laughed would be to express the matter feebly. That his young opponent, who had been irritating him unspeakably since the beginning of the game with advice and criticism, should...
Tea, pa! said Charlotte, starting at the word like the old war-horse who hears the bugle; and we got down to it.
She was standing by the barometer, which, if it had had an ounce of sense in its head, would have been pointing to 'Stormy' instead of 'Set Fair
She was definitely the sort of girl who puts her hands over a husband’s eyes, as he is crawling in to breakfast with a morning head, and says: ‘Guess who!
She paused, and heaved a sigh that seemed to come straight up from the cami-knickers. A silence ensued.
She fitted into my biggest arm-chair as if it had been built round her by someone who knew they were wearing arm-chairs tight about the hips that season. She had
Schopenhauer says that all the suffering in the world can’t be mere chance. Must be meant. He says life’s a mixture of suffering and boredom. You’ve
One of the first lessons life teaches us is that on these occasions of back-chat between the delicately-natured, a man should retire into the offing, curl up in a ball, and imitate the prudent tactics...