That's why I sent you word ....
I'm a bit wobbly in my beliefs about the Standishes,--one of them anyhow.

Now, where's this storehouse prison of mine ?" "Over there, sir, to the right.

But--" "Take me over there.

And walk slowly.

I've some things to say to you on the way, and I want you to get them straight in your memory." "Yes, sir," answered the conch, shifting his course, so as to bring his steps in a roundabout way toward the squat storeroom.