[']I have lived, oh stranger, with my memories, and my memories are in a grave that mine own hands hollowed, for truly hath it been said that the child of man maketh his own path evil;' and her beautiful voice quivered, and broke in a note as soft as any wood-bird's.

You may refer to me as Miss Dillon. I'm going to sue you for unlawful detention, womannapping, and holding me against my will. Let go of me! A gerund (noun) use of the word.]

Now men, I have rubbed up against a few men in my time, but women?

Nature has good intentions, of course, but, as Aristotle once said, she cannot carry them out. When I look at a landscape I cannot help seeing all its defects.