Before we finally turned out of those lanes, we looked back and saw Mr.Krook standing at his shop-door, in his spectacles, looking after us, with his cat upon his shoulder, and her tail sticking up on one side of his hairy cap like a tall feather.
"Quite an adventure for a morning in London!" said Richard with a sigh.

"Ah, cousin, cousin, it's a weary word this Chancery!" "It is to me, and has been ever since I can remember," returned Ada.
"I am grieved that I should be the enemy--as I suppose I am--of a great number of relations and others, and that they should be my enemies--as I suppose they are--and that we should all be ruining one another without knowing how or why and be in constant doubt and discord all our lives.

It seems very strange, as there must be right somewhere, that an honest judge in real earnest has not been able to find out through all these years where it is." "Ah, cousin!" said Richard.

"Strange, indeed! All this wasteful, wanton chess-playing IS very strange.

To see that composed court yesterday jogging on so serenely and to think of the wretchedness of the pieces on the board gave me the headache and the heartache both together.