You are going up to Oxford, and soon you will have heaps of friends.

Can you not understand?
Suppose there were two prisoners, alone in the same prison, but shut in different cells, and one heard that the other's release had come.
He would feel--would he not ?--that now he was going to be lonelier than ever.

And yet he might be glad of the other's liberty, and if the chance were given, might be the happier for shaking hands with the other and wishing him joy." Taffy had never heard her speak at all like this.
"But you are going to Carwithiel, and George is famous company." "I am going over to Carwithiel because I hate Tredinnis.

I hate every stone of it, and will sell the place as soon as ever I come of age.

And George is the best fellow in the world.