Please, sir, I want some more.

I always loved that boy as if he'd been my-- my-- my own grandfather.

We changed again, and yet again, and it was now too late and too far to go back, and I went on. And the mists had all solemnly risen now, and the world lay spread before me.

So new to him," she muttered, "so old to me; so strange to him, so familiar to me; so melancholy to both of us!...

Our love had begun in folly, and ended in madness!

There are very few moments in a man's existence when he experiences so much ludicrous distress, or meets with so little charitable commiseration, as when he is in pursuit of his own hat.