If one could order a crime as one does a dinner, what would you choose? . . . Let's review the menu. Robbery? Frogery? No, I think not. Rather too vegetarian. It must be murder—red-blooded murder—with trimmings, of course.
Yes, I like that—loyalty, I mean. It's out of fashion nowadays. She's an odd character, that girl—proud, reserved, stubborn, and terribly warm-hearted underneath, I fancy.
Six people were thinking of Rosemary Barton who had died nearly a year ago...
I'm going to marry him. And if he thinks he can get divorced and married every two or three years in the approved Hollywood fashion, well, he never made a bigger mistake in his life. He's going to marry and stick to me.
If the little grey cells are not exercised, they grow the rust.
Twenty minutes' work after breakfast every morning keeps the flag going to perfection. You have nothing to complain of, have you? Your.