"Every night while you were away I had the lens-room filled with the revolving-light squirts, and when these were turned on I knew there was no gettin' any kind of rays through them.

A feller may look through a roof and a wall, but he can't look through light comin' the other way, especially when it's twistin' and curlin' and spittin'." "That's a capital idea," said Clewe.

"I never thought of using the photo-hose in that way.

But there are very few people in this world who would know anything about my new lens machinery even if they saw it.
This fellow must have been that Pole, Rovinski.

I met him in Europe, and I think he came over here not long before I did." "That's the man, sir," said Samuel.