Wasn't that punch-bowl awful heavy ?" "All you could do to lift it." "I know.

Oh, I know," answered Zerkow, clawing at his lips.

"Where did it all go to?
Where did it go ?" Maria shook her head.
"It's gone, anyhow." "Ah, gone, gone! Think of it! The punch-bowl gone, and the engraved ladle, and the plates and goblets.

What a sight it must have been all heaped together!" "It was a wonderful sight." "Yes, wonderful; it must have been." On the lower steps of that cheap flat, the Mexican woman and the red-haired Polish Jew mused long over that vanished, half-mythical gold plate.
Marcus and the dentist spent Washington's Birthday across the bay.

The journey over was one long agony to McTeague.