I'm bad, he said, pouting — been bad all the week; don't sleep at night. The doctor can't tell why. He's a clever fellow, or I shouldn't have him, but I get nothing out of him but bills.


The Forsyte Saga, Book I, Part I, Chapter I (p. 11)


I'm bad, he said, pouting — been bad all the week; don't sleep at night. The doctor can't tell why. He's a clever fellow, or I shouldn't have him,...

I'm bad, he said, pouting — been bad all the week; don't sleep at night. The doctor can't tell why. He's a clever fellow, or I shouldn't have him,...

I'm bad, he said, pouting — been bad all the week; don't sleep at night. The doctor can't tell why. He's a clever fellow, or I shouldn't have him,...

I'm bad, he said, pouting — been bad all the week; don't sleep at night. The doctor can't tell why. He's a clever fellow, or I shouldn't have him,...