His voice was hoarse and coarse, and his face was coarse, and his stunted figure was coarse; but he was cleaner than other boys of his type; and his writing, though large and round, was good; and he glanced at the backs of the books, with an awakened curiosity that went below the binding.

No one who can read, ever looks at a book, even unopened on a shelf, like one who cannot.
'Were any means taken, do you know, boy, to ascertain if it was possible to restore life ?' Mortimer inquired, as he sought for his hat.
'You wouldn't ask, sir, if you knew his state.

Pharaoh's multitude that were drowned in the Red Sea, ain't more beyond restoring to life.

If Lazarus was only half as far gone, that was the greatest of all the miracles.' 'Halloa!' cried Mortimer, turning round with his hat upon his head, 'you seem to be at home in the Red Sea, my young friend ?' 'Read of it with teacher at the school,' said the boy.
'And Lazarus ?' 'Yes, and him too.

But don't you tell my father! We should have no peace in our place, if that got touched upon.