“My Continental prominence is improving,” I commented dryly. ¶ Von Lindowe cut at a furze bush with his silver-mounted rattan. ¶ “Quite so,” he said as dryly, his hand at his mustache. “I may say if your intentions were known your life would not be worth a curse.”

Let them be driven backward, and put to shame, that wish me evil.

Your wife is as nutty as a fruitcake.

If this is not actually illegal, it certainly appears to be a sharp practice.