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Evil matters. So does love. So does pity. My pilgrim," said the Dame de Doubtance gently, "you have still three bitter lessons to learn.

Patriotism is a fine hothouse for maggots.

You are a night-hunting sable, my Marthe, and your fur is soft, and your teeth are sharpened and wounding; but so are mine; so are mine.

I regret Richard isn't with you. No matter. God hath a thousand hand?s to chastise and I have two—how can Richard escape us both?

You're indecent.' Tobie dragged down his shirt. 'It reflects my state of mind,' he said.

He has the exact Crawford colouring.' 'Egg mimicry,' said Lymond.

You haven't been planting seeds of insurrection, have you, Duchess? Well, it's a change from planting geraniums, she retorted.

I gather that he nearly knocked you down, damaged your property, and generally made a nuisance of himself, and that you instantly concluded he must be some relation to me.

O]ne can scarcely be frightened off writing what one wants to write for fear an obscure reviewer should patronise one on that account.

I say--I've thought of a good plot for a detective story. Really? Top--hole. You know, the sort that people bring out and say 'I've often thought of doing it myself, if only I could find time to sit down and write it.' I gather that sitting down is all that is necessary for producing masterpieces.

I assure your lordship that for the first time in my existence I regret that I have made no practical study of campanology. I am always so delighted to find that there are things you cannot do.

Damn it, she writes detective stories and in detective stories virtue is always triumphant. They're the purest literature we have.

_'You shouldn't say thank you for a good review,' said Harriet. 'That would imply that one had done a favour to the author, whereas one has simply done justice to the book.'_

Wonder whether Mussolini's mother spanked him too much or too little--you never know, these psychological days. Can distinctly remember spanking Peter, but it doesn't seem to have warped him much, so psychologists very likely all wrong.

Thank God!' said Wimsey. 'Where there is a church, there is civilisation.

Joyce has freed us from the superstition of syntax, agreed the curly man.

and to know, by his ironical eyes, that he perfectly well understood the reason of her unusual meekness.

Together with this outrage we may take the mutilation of the novel called The Search at the exact point where the author upholds, or appears for the moment to uphold, the doctrine that loyalty to the abstract truth must override all personal considerations;

I set out in a lordly manner to offer you heaven and earth. I find that all I have to give you is Oxford—which is yours already.

I dare say that's an idea which has already occurred to you, but with the weight of my great mind behind it, no doubt it strikes the imagination more forcibly.

They passed through the billiard-room, where the Colonel was making a sensational break, and into the small conservatory which led from it. Lord

I don't think much of your burglary, Bunter,' said Lord Peter.

The long white fingers tamped the tobacco firmly into the bowl and struck a match.

You yourselves will be able to judge whether that is a usual and natural form of expression