_My_ eyes, mind you, Ann, not Alfred's or William's, and that because he had tumbled over his own rugs.

Gentleman! Why, I name him a hog with his litter." "Hogs don't have litters, Mr.Moxley," observed Ann smartly.
"Well, young woman, if there weren't no hogs, there'd be no litters, so there! However, he won't root about in this castle no more, for I happened to catch a word or two of what passed between him and her Ladyship last night.

He said straight out that she was making love to that little Mr.Quatermain who wanted her money, and probably not for the first time as they had forgathered in Africa.

A gentleman, mind you, Ann, who although peculiar, I like, and who, the keeper Charles tells me, is the best shot in the whole world." "And what did she say to that ?" asked Ann.
"What did she say?
What didn't she say, that's the question.

It was just as though all the furniture in the room got up and went for them Smiths.
Well, having heard enough, and more than I wanted, I stepped off with the tray and next minute out they all come and grab the bedroom candlesticks.