All I Ask Is That

And I Like A Mouse Who Has Taken A Cat For Its Tutor.

All I Ask Is That My Final Months Be Happy Ones, And That I Be Permitted A Husband Who Will See To My Proper Christian Beheading And Burial.

My Sisters And I Cannot Spend Any Substantial Time Searching For Wickham, As We Are Each Commanded By His Majesty To Defend Hertfordshire From All Enemies Until Such Time As We Are Dead, Rendered Lame, Or Married.

Thank You, Sir, But I Am Perfectly Content Being The Bride Of Death.

I Feel Rather Like A Rabbit That Has Taken A Fox For Its Pupil.