You're the first prisoners I've ever had, you see.

If you'll excuse me I'll go and order some dinner for you.

You'll be contented with the feast of reason and the flow of soul, I feel certain.' The moment the door had closed on the gaoler's black back Philip turned on Lucy.
'I hope you're satisfied,' he said bitterly.

'This is all _your_ doing.
They'd have let me off if you hadn't been here.

What on earth did you want to come here for?
Why did you come running after me like that?
You know I don't like you ?' 'You're the hatefullest, disagreeablest, horridest boy in all the world,' said Lucy firmly--'there!' Philip had not expected this.