She held a rusty table-knife, the blade of which was covered with mould; and as she gazed back at him the boy saw that her face was stained with weeping.
"Hallo!" "Hallo!" "I was just thinking of you, little boy, and beginning to despise you, when plump--in you tumbled." "But, I say--look here, you know--I've been told what despising is, and if you despise me you ought to say why." "Because I've been ordered to.

I'm going to do it out of this book here.

Listen: 'A point is that which has no parts and no magnitude,' and that's only the beginning.

Oh, my dear, I'll wither you up--you just wait a bit!" She dug the knife viciously into the earth.
"I don't care," said Tristram affably.
"P'r'aps you don't know what 'Don't Care' came to ?" "No, I don't." "Well, he came to--a place.

It was a good deal deeper down than this hole I'm digging." "What's the hole for ?" "My doll, here.