I want to talk to you for a minute. If you make a noise, I shall blow your head off at once. By the time anyone has heard the shot I shall be running back toward the castle shouting for help. I shall say that you stepped on the trap and your gun went off as you fell. So be quiet. When I've finished I shall kill you. You will the the sixth D'Ascoyne that I've killed. You want to know why? In return for what the D'Acoyne's did to my mother. Because she married for love instead of for rank or money or land. They condemed her to a life of poverty and slavery, in a world for which they had not equipped her to deal. You yourself refused to grant her dying wish, which was to be buried here, at Chalfont. When I saw her poor little coffin saw underground, saw her exiled in death as she had been in life, I swore to have revenge on your intolerable pride. That revenge I am just about to complete.
From here, I think, the wound will be consistent with the story I shall tell.
I had not forgotten or forgiven the boredom of the sermon of young Henry's funeral, and I decided to promote the Reverend Lord Henry D'Ascoyne to next place on the list
I shot an arrow in the air; she fell to earth in Berkeley Square.
While I never admired Edith as much as when I was with Sibella, I never longed for Sibella as much as when I was with Edith.
I was sorry about the girl, but found some relief in the reflection that she had presumably during the weekend already undergone a fate worse than death.
The Reverend Lord Henry was not one of those new-fangled parsons who carry the principles of their vocation uncomfortably into private life.
The next morning I went out shooting with Ethelredˇor rather, to watch Ethelred shooting; for my principles will not allow me to take a direct part in blood sports.
It is so difficult to make a neat job of killing people with whom one is not on friendly terms.
The port is with you.
I always say that my west window has all the exuberance of Chaucer, without, happily, any of the concomitant crudities of his period.
A difficult client can make things most distressing. Some of them tend to be very hysterical - so inconsiderate.
Hoskins is now going to thrash you; then he'll let you go. Let this be a lesson to you not to poach on my land.