Yer shoulders is millingterry, but yer 'ead is business.

Ye might be a gentleman if 'twornt for yer clothes." Helmsley heard this definition of himself without flinching.
"I might be a thief," he said--"or an escaped convict.

You've been kind to me without knowing whether I am one or the other, or both.

And I want to know why ?" Peke stopped in his walk.

They had come to the stile over which the way lay across the fields, and he rested himself and his basket for a moment against it.
"Why ?" he repeated,--then suddenly raising one hand, he whispered, "Listen! Listen to the sea!" The evening had now almost closed in, and all around them the country lay dark and solitary, broken here and there by tall groups of trees which at night looked like sable plumes, standing stiff and motionless in the stirless summer air.