It saves you some bother if you can leave that sort of thing to your wife." "Pshaw!" said Festing.

"You make me tired." He picked up the broken knife and looked at Charnock.

Bob was bantering him, exaggerating his slackness.

As a matter of fact, the fellow was not so lazy as he pretended; Sadie was beginning to wake him up.

Stephen did not know if he had forgiven him or not, but they had gradually dropped back into something like their old relations.
"You might take off the broken blades," he resumed.