Skillygalee was born of left-over pork grease and crackers too tough to bite and chew.

Nay, replied Charles, gravely, this is carrying your anger too far. Allow me to mediate between you. I must entreat, nay, I command, the Lady Francesca's presence.

Every piece of furniture, from the threadbare sofa to the rickety center table, seems kind of sad and sobby.

In all these negotiations, and caballings, and intriguings, the person most concerned, Frances Coke, the beauty and the heiress, was only the ball in the game.