You never stop chafing." Lilly dipped his potato into the water, and cut out the eyes carefully.
Then he cut it in two, and dropped it in the clean water of the second bowl.

He had not expected this criticism.
"Perhaps I don't," said he.
"Then what's the use of going somewhere else?
You won't change yourself." "I may in the end," said Lilly.
"You'll be yourself, whether it's Malta or London," said Aaron.
"There's a doom for me," laughed Lilly.

The water on the fire was boiling.

He rose and threw in salt, then dropped in the potatoes with little plops.

"There there are lots of mes.