It way you! I say so, and that is enough.

You must become accustomed to accepting whatever I may affirm." In the beer garden, where they used to dine almost every night--an imitation medieval saloon, with paneled beams made by machinery, plaster walls imitating oak, and neo-Gothic crystals--the proprietor used to exhibit as a great curiosity a jar of grotesque little figures among the porcelain steins that adorned the brackets of the pedestals.
Ferragut recognized it immediately; it was an ancient Peruvian jar.
"Yes, it is a _huaca_," she said.

"I have been in that, too....

We were engaged in manufacturing antiques." Freya misunderstood the gesture that her lover made.

She thought that he was astonished at the audacity of this manufacture of souvenirs.
"Germany is great; nothing can resist the adaptive powers of her industries...." And her eyes burned with a proud light as she enumerated these exploits of false historical resurrection.