When a rake falls, he falls forever.

“Do you think ladies’ eyebrows can communicate as well?” she asked.“No, they don…”

“What the dev— er, deuce did you do that for? It hurt!”“Good,” said the angel. “…”

“I would appreciate it if you would stop… stop… ogling me like that," she hissed…”

“I shan't mind if you don't," he agreed. "But I'll not let you go, Prudence. Til…”