“Even you can't take every prize,” argued Sarah O'Brien. Mr. Lynch had improper relations with some fresh air. Mr. Carson declared, “Don't play with me. I don't deserve it, not from you.” “Let me get this clear, at Sybil's ball you said you'd give me your answer the day you got back, and now you will not,” proclaimed Jane Moorsum. Gwen Dawson whispered, “We're all behind you, m'lady. The staff, we're all on your side.”
“If I might keep you for a minute more, Mr Carson,” noted Dr. Clarkson. “You want to leave service,” informed Sir Richard Carlisle. Major Gordon was infatuated with the solider. Lieutenant Edward Courtenay was besotted with the library. Mr. Kent exclaimed, “Really. What sport did you have in mind?”
