"What's the good of saying that over and over again?
You aren't going yet, so it's no use saying you are." "You're a horrid little boy," she brought out with a kind of inanimate sob.
He did not reply to that; he was still trying to behave like a gentleman.

How could he ever have liked her?
Why, her hair was not so much after all.

What was hair when you come to think of it?
Mary got on quite well with hers, ugly though it was.

She was stupid, stupid, stupid! She was like someone dead.

As he searched for the crabs that weren't there he felt his temper growing.