Does It Ever Occur To You, Mama,

And Now I Wish I Hadn’t Been Civil, Because He Says He Shall Not Despair! He Is As Stupid As Endymion!” “no, No!” Said Alverstoke Soothingly. “nobody Could Be As Stupid As Endymion!

Do You Recall Fred Merriville?” She Stared At Him. “fred Merriville? Pray, What Has He To Say To Anything?” “the Poor Fellow Has Nothing To Say: He’s Dead, Alas!

You May Have Married Her, But She Is Mine. Do You Think I Shall Let You Take Her? She May Be Ten Times Your Wife, But, By God, You Shall Never Have Her.

Spread The Glad Tidings That It Will Not Disappoint Miss Heyer's Many Admirers. Judging From The Letters I've Received From Obviously Feeble-minded Persons Who Do So Wish I Would Write Another These Old Shades, It Ought To Sell Like Hot Cakes. I Think Myself I Ought To Be Shot For Writing Such Nonsense, But It's Questionably Good Escapist Literature And I Think I Should Rather Like It If I Were Sitting In An Air-raid Shelter, Or Recovering From Flu. Its Period Detail Is Good; My Husband Says It's Witty---and Without Going To These Lengths, I Will Say That It Is Very Good Fun.

People Who Start A Sentence With Personally (and They're Always Women) Ought To Be Thrown To The Lions. It's A Repulsive Habit.