"The same to you and many of 'em--which by that I don't mean wives." "Good Lord, is that _you_, Sally?
Well, I'm jiggered! And I owe you ninepence for that last pair of flatfish you sold me!" "Tenpence," said Mrs.Pengelly.

"But I can trust a gentleman.
Where d'ye say this here murder was committed ?" "Barbican." "I don't wonder at anything happening there.

They're a stinking lot.
Why don't ye s'arch the shipping there and in Cattewater ?" "We've been s'arching all day.

And now the constables are off towards Stoke--it seems a child answering all particulars was seen in that direction this morning." "That don't look like being made away with." "In a case like this," answered Mr.Tucker sagely, "as often as not there's wheels within wheels.

Well, I won't detain ye.