"It was that strange child.
What do you say to my having Jicks to sleep in the house and take care of me ?" "I am not joking," I rejoined.

"I never met with two more ill-looking villains in my life.

The window was open when you were telling me about the necessity for melting the plates again.

They may know as well as we do, that your gold and silver will be returned to you after a time." "What an imagination you have got!" he exclaimed.

"You see a couple of shabby excursionists from Brighton, who have wandered to Dimchurch--and you instantly transform them into a pair of housebreakers in a conspiracy to rob and murder me! You and my brother Nugent would just suit each other.