And why?
And when?
Tell me every single thing.' And he took the eighth bite.
'You really don't know, sir ?' 'No,' said Philip, contemplating the ninth or last bite but one.

It was a large pasty.
'Well then.

Here goes.

But I was always a poor speaker, and so considered even by friends at cricket dinners and what not.' 'But I don't want you to speak,' said Philip; 'just tell me.' 'Well, then.

How did I get here?
I got here through having made them bricks what you built this tumble-down old ancient place with.' '_I_ built ?' 'Yes, with them bricks I made you.