"The recollection never quits ha'ntin' me.

I reckon I haven't had a restful night since June.

Maybe you don't remember his lecture." "Oh, but I do," she laughed; "and I remember the story of the fly, vividly." "I never was jest what you might exactly call gushin' over Kedge," Mr.Martin drawled.

"He doesn't strike me as havin' many ideas, precisely--he had kind of a symptom of one once, that he caught from Harkless, but it didn't take; it sloshed around in his mind and never really come out on him.

I always thought his brain was sort of syrupy.
Harkless thought there was fruit in it, and I reckon there is; but some way it never seems to jell." "Go on," said Helen gayly.