Damn the sword! When Virginia wanted a sword, I gave her one. Now she sends me a toy! I require bread!
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I gave 'em a sword. And they stuck it in, and they twisted it with relish. And I guess if I had been in their position, I'd have done the same thing.
Both me and Ishmeet were very naughty. We used to have my grandfather's swords in the house. We used to take all these swords and take all the showpieces Mom had and slice them one by one. He actually locked my nana in the kitchen once for two hours.
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
One sword keeps another in the sheath.
She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).
When I first met my girlfriend, Mercy Malick, she asked me if there was anything I should tell her that could put her off me if she found out later. So I told her that I was a total 'Star Wars' geek and had boxes of 'Star Wars' toys in storage.
Give the lady what she wants!
Give me a sword fight any day.
While I write this letter, I have a pistol in one hand and a sword in the other.
The sword is very handsome. I am too old and infirm, as you see, to ever use a sword again, but I am glad that my old mother state has not entirely forgotten me.