And no doubt you are right.

And you are not that little boy, so it doesn't matter; does it ?" After a pause he turned and glanced sideways at Miriam, who was looking straight in front of her with steady eyes and white cheeks.
They could hear Loo Barebone singing gaily in the boat, which was hidden below the level of the dyke.

And they watched, in a sudden silence, the sail pass down the river toward the quay..