Mr. Featherstone grunted: he could not deny that an ordinary sort of girl like her might be expected to be useful, so he thought of another rejoinder, disagreeable enough to be always apropos. “If Fred Vincy comes tomorrow, now, don’t you keep him chattering: let him come up to me.”
He beats me and I rail at him: O worthy satisfaction! would it were otherwise—that I could beat him while he railed at me.
Troilus and Cressida
He beats me and I rail at him: O worthy satisfaction! would it were otherwise—that I could beat him while he railed at me.