It indicated to me,' Jane replied with brutal candour, 'that you're some sort of good-looking, lazy layabout who drifts around the world sponging off people and he'd rather not let you get your hands on any proceeds from this house because you would ...
I'm sorry I don't conform to your standards of feminine perfection, but I'm quite happy the way I am—anyway, I wasn't born to be buxom.
Do you know something? I've got this funny feeling fate arranged for you to enter my life for the express purpose of tormenting me.
All I got was the news that he'd married an absolute honey, and an admonition to eat my heart out.
